In a quiet moment

In a quiet moment
I wrote my name on your forhead
So that I might remember
Who I think I am

Since every face in the vicinity
Looks physically able to smirk or grimace
I will assume, for the time being
That everyone is half dead already

After helping a woman with her bags
I am inexplicably tied to finishing the task
So I am strapping this lady to my back
And carrying her into the next world
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3.24.11