gasps and fits

the quiet
desperation of
sunday falling
down in its
final fits and
gasps while
monday looms
a spectre of

dreading the
quiet to come
after so long
in a state of
anxious motion
being still sounds
fucking horrific

blowing kisses
on the warm winds
of spring’s first
gentle exhalation
as the sand winds

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