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Remember

My hands shake. My brain does not remember, but my hands do.
My arms hang limp. My brain does not remember, but my arms do.
My lips quiver. My brain does not remember, but my lips do.
My ears bleed. My brain does not remember, but my ears do.
My soul has erased the memory from my brain.
Only my appendages remain,
with any knowledge of what occurred;
what my hands did, my lips said, my ears heard.



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