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Jan 2020
Death came on a card
inside the walls of me and my bedroom
No clear answer, but when I put it down on the dresser
I saw the skeletons of last winter

Every time I look outside
it’s dark again

I never know if it’s the evenings
that erase me, or the tide of the morning
that pulls me under

Whatever it is
it follows me
faceless
Holden Wolfe
Written by
Holden Wolfe  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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