The Horizon's Curve
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Unrest
You leave things in strange places
whenever you visit.
A knife with the spoons,
socks in the fridge,
your voice in my heart.
We said our goodbyes,
you left me a mess,
and now is the time
to clean...
unless?
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