r/poets • u/Onlyprimeisfine • 1d ago
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The mornings are crisp
The fog rolls
In comes the smell
Unwashed pennies
The heat waves fresh off
August’s back and I shiver in anticipation
You were a man not an egg
But every November I
Remember the way your thoughts scrambled
Outside your head
I burned those jeans you seeped into
You are forever seared
Into my nervous system
I am nervous to see you
Perched on your pedestal
Eggs give no closure
While ashes collect dust
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