you would
not have known to look at the
cover but the binding was
faulty the pages were loose some were lost others were stolen ripped from my story by counterfeit physicians who erased my memories with clumsy fingers they burned the best ones in their
incinerator that’s a whole other
me lost in my blood down
the fucking tubes down the
darkened corridors through the
forbidden wards into the soft and
cozy confusion of retrograde amnesia
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