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Listening

I am listening,
to your every word
like hanging
onto to a guitar cord.
Your voice will fade away
into my small memory,
and I'll forget.

I am listening
to my own words being said,
can't remember
anything except for what I heard.
My voice will fade away
into my small memory,
and I'll forget.




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