This is the first
morning without you
and my eyes have grown breakable;
my shoulders carry on
stiff with tenacious worries
hauled
like rucksacks
on this long ascent
this endless climbing
to catch
up with the sun.
This is the first
morning without you
and my eyes have grown breakable;
my shoulders carry on
stiff with tenacious worries
hauled
like rucksacks
on this long ascent
this endless climbing
to catch
up with the sun.
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