One day
all that will be left of me
will be in a file
in a cabinet
in some dusty depository,
a footnote
in some
curious history
or perhaps
a smile
in someone's memory.
But today
I'm shading my eyes from the sun
and
figuring out
what went wrong.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
One day
all that will be left of me
will be in a file
in a cabinet
in some dusty depository,
a footnote
in some
curious history
or perhaps
a smile
in someone's memory.
But today
I'm shading my eyes from the sun
and
figuring out
what went wrong.
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