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The days have lost their order. Shuffled and mixed up like a deck of cards. Autumn breezes mix with winter blizzards that lead to the daffodils in bloom. All blurred to a muddy mix in a river overflowing, rushing past, & drowning me.
People try to scoop buckets out, take the days out of time, & sort them as time drains between their fingers.
All I can do is cling to the low branches, stealing breaths, hoping I can wait out the flood.
Hoping to survive.
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^^^^ partly why I haven't posted them, they all have a theme right now when I try to write them. There are more in my drafts folder like this. I feel like I'd just be bringing CoSo down, the world is saturated enough in it.
@Minholkin