Day Eight ❤️

Dear meSober up on yesterday, when 

Your very presence played harlot with your mind 

Rendering your hands as the barren woman who awaits the homecoming of her presence.

Knowing where your presence has been, still 

She calls cite memories of potential and ambition that belongs to you.

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