Staged in my head
Dented, unmapped
Not a moment cameoing
Into another
Or the way she
Suddenly vanished
But those words
Glittering in the breeze
As the doors shut
Pausing then retreating
Like tin foil on teeth
When you warned me
To stay away
All the way to the following day
When I saw you again
Going home
And I asked you again
What did you mean?,
To which you responded
You had no idea
What I was talking about
No Idea indeed
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