as we forget each others' names
and sink into our mental haze
our feeble limbs will clutch and grasp
remembered strength, in one embrace
our milky eyes will search and scan
our faces, so confused and drawn
and I will wonder who are you
so beautiful, familiar one
and though you cannot place my name
I'll see and know that you are mine
because you'll guess from beyond time
that you once knew: you're meant for me
and you can be the cauliflower, I will be the broccoli
I want to vegetate with you persistently,
persistently.
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