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What Was Your Name?

I remember everything about you:
The yellow in your eyes that used to sunshine their way into my globe
The deep crevices on the sides of your wooden mouth
And the way one eyebrow used to shoot up when you thought I was weird.

But what was your name?
Something like that.

It's on the tip of my tongue.

I remember your tongue:
A slow and calculating weapon that used to manipulate me into submission
A wily instrument that found it's way into my secrets
The antagonistic opponent who took me down when I tried to challenge it
A pink hose that watered my lawn and kept it verdant.

But what was your name?
I can't remember.

Somewhere within the white-wash of my brain
your name tumbled upon the shores of reality
along with the deteriorating debris
that I once loved you.

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