It was a backspace. It was the gust of the wind.
It was the shaking trees.
It was something else I used to know.
It was the
It was the absence of an object
Against the perils of your
I also fought with mama today.
Wednesday was liberating.
Like a woodpecker released in the lushness after years in a cage.
Like a kite untangled from a branch,
until it vanishes
into thin air.
Wednesday was liberating, I thought to myself.
Then I walked out and left.
Tuesday sympathized with me like a crowd to a thespian.
Like you would after a bad punchline.
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