and what then
when it's all slipped me by
chances to right generational wrongs
diagonal in my bed
when my companions have left to meet their cousins and uncles and that ornery aunt
when I am faced with my humanity
and the longevity of the night feels unending
warm streams etching into the creases of my facade
I know what medicine cures this
but what then when I have been robbed of my only glimpse
when it's all slipped me by
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
and what then
when it's all slipped me by
chances to right generational wrongs
diagonal in my bed
when my companions have left to meet their cousins and uncles and that ornery aunt
when I am faced with my humanity
and the longevity of the night feels unending
warm streams etching into the creases of my facade
I know what medicine cures this
but what then when I have been robbed of my only glimpse
when it's all slipped me by
Maybe it would've been better for my journey if I hadn't met you.
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