the power of forgetting

wasp your mouth

When I think of all the things I once knew and have now forgotten, I’m overwhelmed by the power of forgetting. Like the aftertaste that lingers, my memories are subtle outlines of past physicality, referential but not reflective. Catch and pull me back, why can’t you!

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Laissez les bon temps rouler,

the girl

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