I lose my poems all the time.
Their conception somehow slips my mind.
It confounds that finished poetry
Could live so undetectedly!
How could I pour out my soul
Then act as if it never spoke?
It’s still a Grisham mystery
What’s happened to my memory.
Come [Word] Play With Me! 
This is so easily relatable in that it has me thinking of all the times a feeling is on my tongue but I do not have the words to describe it!
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I’m so glad it’s not just me losing my mind!
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