flipping quick
through a few
numbers
he can remember
the faces he
hasn’t seen
in quite
sometimes
do they
remember as well
or at all for
that matter
staring into
the center of the sun
reeling in pain
doesn’t know
which way to look
who would look
back
with interest
anyway
flipping back
into another
mode one of
silence
and screaming
for a moment
knowing no one
is around and
no one
is thinking
like him…
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