It is 8:52
on a Tuesday
and we are all
getting dizzy
together
singing with
Vanessa Carlton
about
lost friends and
old memories
I lean against
a wooden bed frame
and let the room spin
soon we will all be
lost friends and
old memories
but not yet
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NaPoWriMo’s prompt for today was to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I chose midding.
Everyday Strange 
compelling poem, love it! i actually wrote mine on midding too. 😝
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Just read yours. “witching hours of a physical presence,” love that line 🖤
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thank you! ☺️
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