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Which way? I can’t remember. I forget. I’m lost. I’ve fallen through the floorboard. I’m choked up. I followed the fork in the road. Turned around, went the other way. I became my best friend and my brother became me. I counted tiles, drank apple juice and touched myself in front of open doors. I fell over 100 stories and read one to my niece and nephew. I told lies and I told truths. But I don’t remember why. I don’t remember who and I don’t know what. But that is why I’m here or where am I?

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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