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I hereby conduct this perilous chapter

I decree today, waned is the whimsical laughter

And the rattling spins of the seasons and your feet on the street

Untitled document and sentimental melancholic sinking meet

They’re two different lives before and after your farewells

I am silenced by her morose reeling expression, she’s bereft

And the fact that she still sends texts to unavailable numbers, every morning

Repeats the same broken records to everyone and laments, every mourning

The onlookers awkward to aforementioned absurdism

What is this living but malfunctioning escapism

Dwindle and wither i do even when proud

Because when I stand on the podium, I wonder what your face would look like if it were you in the crowd

-@jjrorosseau