Sad Labels:
acceptance
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dark poems
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sad poems
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sad poetry
the miles overtake us. stern auditors of our crumbling path.
into the wind we stumble. too loose in these heavy skins.
selling ourselves to strangers in paper cups.
the distance measures us in exceptions. and the chaos of touch.
the weight of when whispers.
the autonomy of time collapses.
making us small again.
the sour of the world curdles under our tongues.
spoiling the taste of anything sweeter.
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