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sunday
alarm clock
still rings
like a
promise
i made
to someone
i stopped
being
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cat sits
in empty
cardboard box
practicing
the ancient
art of
believing
in perfect
spaces
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city rain
turning
puddles
into
accidental
mirrors
of lives
we weren't
meant to
see
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watching
my plants
forgive me
in slow
green
inches
after
every
drought
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train station
pigeons walk
like tiny
businessmen
who forgot
their
briefcases
but kept
the attitude
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left my
tea
cooling on
the balcony
watching it
learn the
temperature
of giving
up
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borrowed
hoodie
still holds
the shape
of someone
who stopped
being real
three summers
ago
2024 (AI)
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