feeling strange
looking at the same bed cover
that covered me
in a different part
of my
life.
a younger part of
my life
but not the only part of
my life.
the only part is over
and now there
is just the filler
the unfiltered
filler
with which
i can do as i like
so long as i
keep filling
my lungs
and
twisting the rules.
the mundane and
the normal
for those who are
not
will kill
them
just as
the memories of times lost
can.
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