Breathing in transpired words
Moss has grown on what was new
Items still bagged but in constant use
Birds fly in pairs ignoring the view
I'm held in place whilst everything is loose
Running late to join a queue
So much slack within this noose
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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