acquisition;
i know there’s something you won’t say
an ache that weighs you down
i can see it in the moments you aren’t pretending
it’s fleeting
receding
self
he never says goodnight
but always means ‘good morning’
M.
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Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.
