I lose myself and the questions at the forefront of my mind which go unasked; I, too, lose thoughts and words that I imagined saved yet skip from the peripheries into the abyss of thoughts not-to-be-remembered; the quick shift of a key those words, thought safe, return to the sea of mind from which they sprang: Little lost, nothing found.
Tell me, tell me all that can be unspoken
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