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26 Aug 2022

The shadow of the room hangs densely on my fingers

I can't recall to words to describe it

Maybe my room today is stagnant;

I didn't even notice the rain outside

Past the window, clouds pass by

Floating one side of the pane to the other

Like the times I spent with you

The orange afternoon spits seeds

Onto my cheek. I wince, half-asleep

Shadows and light rain down incessantly