thinking of tomorrow
with end of days attitude
you sit quietly
the walls walking in
dust motes float
on still air
peppering your lashes
freckling your hands
you sit quietly
dust dry mouth
do you even miss
the kisses
and the laughs
can you miss them
or perhaps
there is no more reason
to try
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