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  • Writer's pictureAqeel Parvez

do you remember?


I put the duvet

over my eyes


and let time

do it's job


and if the eyelids

open tomorrow


they may open


and if they remain

shut


I will remember

myself


will you

remember yourself?



This poem was previously published in the chapbook 'The Streetlights are Beckoning Nirvana' (Analog Submission Press)

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