Almost like you had your
Memory wiped with an eraser
You stood there
And repeated
You had no idea
What I was talking about
The night after,
No idea what you had said
To me the night before
No idea who I was
Or what your warning meant
Telling me with a voice
That bellowed beyond your years
I was a raving lunatic
And if I didn’t leave you alone
You would call the Police
Leaving me thinking I was going mad.
As it turned out, I wasn’t.
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