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Amnesia Stricken
Into the land of the dusk
Where membranes displace
All the thoughts of the truth,
My mind will erase...
And side-stepping is common,
Where ground will begin to numb,
The tundra of yesterday succeeds
And to this world I've begun...
A second glance echoes,
Where this land, we must go,
Another voice calls from the dark;
But she must be left alone.
Constrained from her thoughts,
Will they swallow her up?
A vengefull gift from this world,
Will it end all the thoughts....?
Recollection is in silence,
The memories left to the dusk;
An obscure hindrance
Resurrects from the thoughts...
A blockage so simple,
A dare to relieve
Recognition is unstoppable
And so is to dream, of this dark...
A second glance echoes,
Where this land, we must go,
Another voice calls from the dark;
But she must be left alone.
Constrained from her thoughts,
Will they swallow her up?
A vengefull gift from the world,
Will it end, all the thoughts...?
Wasted away in self-pity
There will flow all the truth;
A mind erases the pleasantries
And thoughts are lost...
Distance drives it further,
Riddling the simple seed;
Self-discovery was the lock,
And amnesia was the key...
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