it's in a box in that red room right there.
turn a corner in that dark lit alleyway,
and you will see that it has gone nowhere.
a bunch of memories put together in a stack,
back to back,
and folded, scrolled, labelled...
fit in, dusted and rusted all over.
that is the room where you will find me.
as the human I am.
not the flesh and bones.
but as mere memories
and the words that I said.
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