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I had them all Lined up here In a crowded space Of do’s and don’ts Unspoken rules Empty words Guarded gates And open doors Bloodstains from broken glass Crumbs Uneaten pies Melted butter Spoiled milk A network of mess And unsung lullabies It turns around It makes no sense Pain on ankles Stubbed toes ReverseContinue reading “Mundane”