Who Fostered Evasion
Who taught rationality to act in an evasive way?
I send him my love aches whenever I feel them.
He heard a story in the darkness of night.
Is he supposed to ignore me every morning?
I assured him I would always remember him.
I'm born from his pleasure of forgetfulness.
Autumn huddles on my palms.
Work your way up from my roots to my branches
Written: September 9, 2021
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