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Door: Chiara Merrill
This morning I woke up before the light.
The mist settles in, thick as toffee.
In the dark I’m walking in circles again,
Tracing back my footsteps and screw-ups.
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I’m walking in circles again
Starting over and over and over.
I need help, need a friend.
Or maybe I just need closure.
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Another day, another chance to make it right.
Breathe in, breathe out, make coffee.
And this too shall pass. No, I don’t know when.
You say you’ll come over, I say I’ll make two cups.
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