The day begins
hard, snow-palsied
I contain multitudes
on a to-do list
I get to the office
crank the door
and call my mother
talking to myself
Like the oceans
At 8:30
Regretfulness.
Full of regret.
_
hard, snow-palsied
I contain multitudes
on a to-do list
I get to the office
crank the door
and call my mother
talking to myself
Like the oceans
At 8:30
Regretfulness.
Full of regret.
_
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