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Spoon feeding the distractions like a tired mother

Hello? Is anyone out there?

This poem is getting quite lengthy I realize

Uneaten

A grandmother promise, you’ve come to see you are the intruder

It eats like its preparing for winter

I hate that I need you to remind me that I am alive

With an obsidian tongue

They echo and blur through my mind like an old childhood tv show

Almost like there was no war at all