Tricky
I know I’m prone to embellishment,
my memories corpulent
with the lies I told myself
in the hope and expectation
of them lazing into fact,
soaking details ‘til they diffuse
to ambiguity.
I don’t remember you
before I added to you.
I know I’m prone to embellishment,
my memories corpulent
with the lies I told myself
in the hope and expectation
of them lazing into fact,
soaking details ‘til they diffuse
to ambiguity.
I don’t remember you
before I added to you.
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