12/25/2024 holiday

Looking around, I see the corners of their eyes carrying a weight.

My face seems to droop.

A day carries hope and expectations of the past.

Time has become proved too long ago.

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Incompatibility.

All pass away with a sniff.

My body now moves on its own accord.

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Discussion of food sifts through my ears.

Heavy breathing, short paragraphs to my left.

I assumed so long ago he was gone, I forgot that was only true to me.

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