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Bittersweet
Crackling static memories fill
A dusty room with sunny melancholy
Framed photographs cling to
Glass frosted over
With years gone by
Someday soon they'll crack, tossed -
monday, october 7th
i close my eyes and i’m taken back
to monday, october 7th
to the sound of a phone call
i’m suffocating
fright fills my lungs
i breathe in, breathe out
close my eyes