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ambrosian oatmeal
Jun 19, 2023
ambrosian oatmeal settles on my tongue, and for a minute moment, honeycomb and cinnamon distract me
from the sunbeam reflecting against exposed skin. a songbird hums a melody that challenges melancholy and i remind myself
to take my sticky sweet time. the month is june and summertime is abloom but i am not in tune. light aurifies everything
around me and i feel so humanly empty. the crimson brick demolition is a work of nonfiction — each layer wrapped up in premonitions.
i sip on amber coffee and step away from the window. i’m trudging through a season like a neverending lull and
i hope i hope i hope someday i catch a glimpse of a soul allowed to be whole; to feel full.
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