wakewalking

[miserablyfixed]

I awoke mid afternoon hard. By black coffee sweetened to a nectar. By a cold hand left longing. By a voice. By a noise. By your fears I saw through the mirror of a dream. These days were ending in the morning, and no ounce left lucidly, was weighed enough to take hold. Every crack lied, so I slowly crept away. What was it your father said that time

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