Amnesia
AMNESIA
I remember old streets
gray faces and jerky movements
Something similar to a memory that is not of this life
but mine
as a vital string to an ancient of days
I see eyes that see me or lives that are not
smells that I have not met but I know
hands saying goodbye or resigned smiles
paper´s farewell
especially old streets
old faces
old windows
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