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Apr 2020
I hadn’t spoken in days
I was home alone
And nobody called
When I parted my lips to cry out
They slowly stuck, cracked and dry
I gathered the shards of the mug from the floor
Sticking my wounded finger in my mouth
Searching for a bandage
Dragging the coffee across the floor with every step
I’ve been home with only my family for about three weeks now and I’m so sick of being stuck inside
atticus wilson
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atticus wilson  22/MTF/The abyss of life
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