It’s Monday,
I’m sore with misuse
my limbs strangely light,
a fuzzy memory
of time bending
not ending
and his head resting
on my shoulder,
a branding
and a reminder
of a life lived fully
and without hesitation.
It’s Monday,
I’m sore with misuse
my limbs strangely light,
a fuzzy memory
of time bending
not ending
and his head resting
on my shoulder,
a branding
and a reminder
of a life lived fully
and without hesitation.
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