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SCHEDAR May 2022
When proofreading
the print upon the
milky white pages
of my story,
you appear often,
circled in red
SCHEDAR May 2022
A puddle once
I cried, as I lost
you to goodbye
but a lake it later
turned, while
awaiting
your return
SCHEDAR May 2022
Foolish
tap, tap
of the keys

he spends
away his
anxieties
SCHEDAR May 2022
her resilience,
an ever changing
pattern of velvet
green pastures
for the eyes
to feast
SCHEDAR May 2022
In the end, I lost the game

Playing
by his rules
I cheated myself
SCHEDAR May 2022
Decomposing
in the dirt
I mingle with
underground,
come nightfall
in all the silence
my needy hand
wriggles up
from the cold earth
in search of
warmth
SCHEDAR Apr 2022
I borrowed your dread
though it is not mine
it accompanies my every move
I want to give it back, get rid of it
but it penetrated my skin
occupied my soul
I borrowed your dread
part of me now
a scar I've made room for
a squatter in my home
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