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Day Six Hundred Thirty Six.

in the morning light i truly
think the chaos is unruly
words uttered fast, escape unduly
i wish you were still here

something in the air has shifted
as if a bitter weight was lifted
too many of these thoughts i’ve sifted
you are no longer here

and on life goes, though bitter-sweetly
i wish i didn’t love so completely
these severed ends are tied so neatly
now watch me disappear