a strange separation
desolation
sets in
there is no
one around
the corner
is so sharp
it cuts too
deep
as we dig
ourselves into the hole
thing blows
up in the small space
provided we
understand each other
lemon
colored sun shining down
in the five
o’clock sky
I wait with
no hopes or fears
for this
moment is perfect
truthfully
it is all I have
right here
in this uncomfortable seat…
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