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Melancholy

  • Poet
  • Jan 19
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jan 20

He sees me when I’m in the cemetery

at the gravesite with the flowers

He sees me when I wither away from melancholic fever

as they laugh and point

lethargic on a Monday

showed up to give me CPR with our interbrain synchrony

catching my eyes in a snowstorm

One day you’ll be locked up

I’ll be alone in the graveside of my mind



 
 
 

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