Monday, October 19, 2026
midday showers
a curse that haunts still in the growing distance between when we were and now. your scent down the hall in the library (third floor). a punch through the hollow of my heart. a rush of blood all wrong. heavy eyelids threaten midday showers. I hide behind bookshelves and a mask. you weren't there.
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