quinta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2026

the socks didn't wash

 I turned the socks inside out
and grass and soil fell onto the floor
I put the coffee on and had a snack

Dawn was about 20min away
morning still seemed a part of night
I would be sweating and thinking

This was my routine
My fate for the foreseeable future

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