i walk barefoot in the moonwashed field of yesterdays
[prose poem]
still finding loose stitches where you dug your fingers in / frayed ends, unsolved unsolvable / proof that not everything can be mended / i walk barefoot in the moonwashed field of yesterdays and forget / by morning,
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