into my mind like ruthless assassins who murder
with their hands.
I cannot make sense
of what leaves my mouth, leaves
my tongue wondering
whether its task is complete.
I forgot long ago.
Their hands destroyed marvelously
pieces of wit
whose presence will never be missed
because I don't remember.
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