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Forgotten Memory

Sometimes I feel a name on my tongue,

A word that is caught in my lips.

Something tickling the back of my memory,

Yet always escapes from my grip.

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The TARDIS feels unusually empty,

As something falls into my eyes.

I know in the end that nothing is wrong,

But why do I feel that's a lie?

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I feel my memory's sketchy,

As if there are blanks in my past.

Yet I can remember my single life perfectly,

Alone 'till Doctor came back at last.

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Could he know something that he's not telling?

Of course not, he gives truth freely.

After all, why break the trio?

The Doctor, the TARDIS and me.