Forgotten - by Noctuary
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I have lost myself
Where do I look?
In your coat pocket crumbled on the floor?
I’m inside your dirty boots
I sleep in the pages between your journal
I play inside your treasure box
I’m the hair on the floor you sweep
I’m the lonely earring stuck
In your medicine cabinet
I’m the letter living
In your glove compartment
I’m the fair stuff unicorn
Under the truck seat
I feel so small
Smaller than a memory’s memory
If you could just cry a tear for me
Juts one
I could drown myself
