yesterday’s warmth has left the room
the morrow’s rain i smell today
if only it were all pocket-sized and palatable
if only i could see beyond this room
have i been deceived?
have i erred so mortally?
dear God, are you there? are you near?
are you, period?
oh that’s enough, she said,
thank you muchly, but i’ve had enough.
i’ve all i need, i’ve all i want.
today i die, and i suppose that’s all
that i need to know.
Brought to you by Your Daily Dose of Meaningless Prose :)
:: efrain
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