MNEMONIC PHENOMONON

And I tie my temporal lobe into balloon animals

In the green effort to make You ancient

Childhood’s clumsy fist tea-stains printer paper

Grazes a lighter against the crumbling edge

Time is medicine but I want Ibuprofen relief

So settle for self-administered chronology instead


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