Saturday, May 28
forgetting you
the past evaporates
like rain puddles
when the sun shines on them
like a mermaid's corpse
on the sea - it leaves no soul, no
memory of being.
beauty can fade into nothing except
a vaguely bitter aftertaste like
morning coffee, when you're
too sleepy to appreciate
its biting sting.
yours truly
4:38 PM
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