I did laundry tonight and my back really hurts!
Emotional weights are knocking me down
to the ground where we lay on a cold earth
beneath those stars that shined no midnight sounds.
The ones we used to make when we first touched;
The sighs that broke the heavens in our dreams
are divided into parts (jagged cuts):
eventually -- everything -- separates ---
at -- the -- seams, and no memory can mend
The threads of time that brought us simple peace.
Instead, we become worn, broken and bent
at the halfway point between folds and crease.
Lines that should have been ironed with more care
Are ignored, unnoticed by too much wear.
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