I am becoming accustomed.
Accustomed to losing my mind
Three or more pairs of glasses so it is OK to misplace yet
Still I cannot see.
Accustomed to waxing eloquent where there is o paper or pen.
Thoughts gone in an instant never to return again.
Did I tell you this story?
I vow to shut my mouth and not talk anymore to avoid the repetition.
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