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Exactly 3 o’clock

the mail hasn’t come.

Slept in again

with my glasses on.

Pancakes for lunch

pancakes for dinner.

Quiet fills the space

I’m so thoughtless.

But I’m breathing

and the light is louder.

Screaming into a barrel

it’s so dark in here.

The mail hasn’t come yet

not even at 3 o’clock.

 

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I live so far in the clouds but sometimes I wish I could come down.
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