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slicked up tile floors that i slipped on
spoils of the great drug war that i tripped on
caught myself, then let him down

you told me you gave up, but were withdrawn
the same kind of way we embrace the sun in dawn

now my mind's writing novels that i can't see
just like the vanishing act of me in my debris
by time the words were written, readied my guilty plea
moved on a hinge, in a cycle, convincing you to hear me

i gave it a title, called it my only pride and joy,
along with all the things i've forgotten since i was a boy
but it was wrong, false flag, a broken useless decoy.
just words, memories, and stories i wish i could destroy.

you clinged to them anyway,
and smiled, much to my dismay
just muscle memory and a twitch
and i haven't seen in days

but i'll remember those thoughts, if only for me
and the textbooks they've deposited, though you would disagree

information i'll forget next semster,
and moments i'll regret altogether
so for better or worse
i'll write it down in verse
insignificant and fleeting
when seen anywhere but this point in the universe