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- Library Prompt V
- 2024-04-22
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- Under occlusive skies better left unnamed
- I toss and turn in bed, wracked with the pain
- of reminder that elsewhere in the state
- someone still towards me holds illest will,
- thinks less of their memory of me
- than perfection's divinity.
- I try
- to remind
- myself less as a salve
- than a desperate attempt to keep myself calm:
- the body takes seven years to recycle its cells,
- meaning no part of me experienced their hell
- and for what I did am no longer responsible;
- when I left, I made the cleanest break possible,
- and if they haven't changed that yet I doubt they ever will.
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- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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