Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Breath of Fresh Air

I thought that to be unjust was better than to be untrue

but now I am not so sure.

The sun is hitting the roofs

and they are glaring at me, at an angle

as the shadows are bound to disappear

as the morning continues.

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