Poetry

These quiet times,

My company

The shrill of

Tinnitus.

 

I spend a day

In a mess of

Duvet and

Chocolate.

 

I hear it makes

You happier

Than simply

Moving on.

 

I fixate on

An hourly

Routine to

Tire me out.

 

Like folding socks

And typing

Your name in

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