February 9, 2026Poem
It was a quiet day.
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It was a quiet day.
Touch me
Once again
Under the guise of
Comfort
Hold me close
Meet my soul
Evanesce.
In the morning
When the dust settles
On my ambition
I will
Brush it off
Stretch the truth
To cover the gaps
In my reality
It is what we do
To survive the drop
For another day
When there is
Little prospect
Of a soft landing