Friday, January 23, 2026

forgive me for prying, forgive my trespass

bad omens pile up like tires at the dump

when you hesitate it feels like ten thousand years

sleepwalkers tap on my window and i hide myself

in your meadow, i can’t face them right now

you could say so many sharp things and i’d

still show up with a toothbrush
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