Surviving off breadcrumbs for so long
Gaslights lit my path through darkness
Forced my square in your circle
Even though it was wrong
Your love a carcass
Slowly rotting
Decaying
Day by
Day
About the Creator
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
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