the challenge of the morning after
is the glaring gap of laughter,
weighs heavy down upon around,
bearing me down onto ground.
making this feel like it’s the end;
what is; what was; is gone away
all we have left is just today;
the memories barely linger,
fading like the scent of ginger
from broken piles of cookie men.
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Sigh. So perfect. You capture the feeling so well, Mr. Merlin
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Thank you my lady!
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