death poem
wandering from room to roomafraid of the radiator clangsunsure if they can be fixed.Sleep disturbed.Looking at your yellow sweater on our bedmemories of dressy, happy times,standing close by the fireplace,you at least a head taller than Ia handsome couplebefore my accident, before you got sickbefore you died, before I got deathly ill.Loving people come and goa treasure, and yet I have not criedfor two days.I'm lost..The world looks plastic, fakeLife goes on for seeminglyeveryone but me.My heart
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Nov 30th 2021