Junk Drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
…But here it was
a box of epithets typed
in mysterious symbols,
a pile of hurts
drawn from the drawer
This is not goodbye…
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