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TrackingWriters. [Poetry].
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Last summer's song is making a comeback on the radio,
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and on the highway overpass,
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the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
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MEMORY LOVES TIME
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in big black spraypaint letters,
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which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.
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Last night I dreamed of X again.
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She's like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
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Years ago she penetrated me
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but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
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I never got her out,
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but now I'm glad.
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What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
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What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
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What I thought was an injustice
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turned out to be a color of the sky.
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-- "A Color of the Sky", from "What Narcissism Means to Me". Quote cribbed from the WritersAlmanac.
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