All memories are in my head.
They are bricks, cement and sand
Of wich my body is built.
All memories are with knives.
I know them all my life,
But they don't know bout me.
All memories are in black coats.
I don't hear them, cause I'm have cough.
They are flying out of me.
All memories are disappeared.
I just wanna eat n drink.
But I don't see anything here.
Memories
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