i think i,
2026-03-05
i think i let go,
first i held on for diego.
through the a-holes,
through the life of me,
bet god did see.
what did he see wasn’t the best of me
instead of holding for dear life
i let go for the life of me.
life bloomed through me and once again, i,
once again i remembered what i had forgotten,
and forgot what i learned.
it was all,
giant wept,
cat curled up on his lap,
it was the end of that.
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