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look away
It had to end.
After months of staring into a
mysterious pit,
my irises, seeing through, looking past,
could no longer bear to reflect the sight
of a
rotting
suburban wife.
After months of staring into a
mysterious pit,
my irises, seeing through, looking past,
could no longer bear to reflect the sight
of a
rotting
suburban wife.
Published 15th Nov 2024
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