The shift

They run deep

my wayward ways

your trench overflows

I remember talking of self-pity

In a shift away from reality

ill-thought-out technology

wishy washy words

unrecoverable files

Paltry

Wear your gown
cream lace
sprayed with water repellent
I’ll bead off

“Just remember” she said, “my door is always closed.”

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