I lost my mind somewhere over the border
Can't remember my name or my favorite song
Words don't come easily anymore
But I guess somebody gave me this pen
Still though
It will never be my own pen
I don't know where that is
Someday I hope to meet my vocabulary
My birthday, my love, my music--all unexpectedly
Maybe encounter them in a dark alley one night
Lacerate them, then put them back together
Because they need to fit just right
With no gaps or spaces
Then I'll tell them to go home
That is
If I can recognize them in the first place
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