In the beginning, I am

yesterday, us, and

if people talk –

the stage of time

used to happen

at least ever and never

until it stopped.

The passionate goods,

piping hot, tricky

togetherness, these

humdrum feelings

pull the air,

eating at you,

the drop in focus…

Don’t make a fuss.

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