a poem
wasting.
rot. rotten.
i am rotting.
half sleeping.
in bed, always.
full time dreamer.
it’s just right there.
waiting to be touched.
hoping to be touched like-.
the apple is rotting.
the peach is rotten.
the fig is rotted.
with the dream.
alongside me.
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