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"Melancholy breakfast
blue overhead blue underneath
the silent egg thinks
and the toaster's electrical
ear waits
the stars are in
"that cloud is hid"
the elements of disbelief are
very strong in the morning"
@nexasleep When a friend leaves, the world becomes a little ball of string.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Hug you.
To my friend, the only one who saw me when no one else did.
With every bet I lost and every trick I tossed
You're still the one who makes me feel much taller than you are🎶