lulling along a sunday afternoon.
one phone call taken, one call missed.
nothing's the same, and nothing's changed.
soon to be a monday morning.
the heart remembers, the body laments.
no one's home, and no one's here.
minutes to go before the night shifts into day.
one decision made, one thought set aside.
no need to panic, no need for alarm.
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mars 13:
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