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  • May 5, 2026, 9:35 p.m.
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My eyes have seen far too much...

their heavy and full of years...

never more to feel the touch...

never more to know...

it's raining here...

a perfect Tuesday afternoon...

her birthday is closing in and the turbulence begins to grow...

it'll be the 4th one...

no german chocolate cake...

no last minute presents...

no dinner at Applebees for her turquoise alcoholic concoction...

just setting in my lonely room look out the window...

into a grey sky...

like her eyes...

which are closed to me now and forever more...  


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