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[midaugust]

i rest so many hours of a day. where you left, i kept your things. the chair across the entrance way, alongside the window, is where i folded your shirts to a stack. when a shot of light comes through, it all turns gold. i once found you gazing out to the street as you washed; and where you stood i hid my loneliness. here, waiting for the light to

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[aestheticlife]

this is a picture in my mind of some sort of muted love .

a heart beat for you.