This, this.

Poem

This, this.

This was day with

no meaning

a day we both woke up

to mourning

beside everything we

tore the bedsheets

both made up but

it was auspicious

the most auspicious

day somebodies

dream meant for two

sadness it is

but it was the most en

someone now

joyable sojourn the most

screams and

abrasive kiss that was

his but mine

entitled just like a day

just us but now

just like this like this

like nobody is here

but we mottled the

message again

message the sin I just

passed out

missed for a day with

no meaning but

meaning a day just like

this. Hers

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Posted Nov 24, 2022, 10:35 AM UTC

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