Nathan Rankin-Dyer
She’s always there, watching
me. Before, beautiful
and young, later
drained, accusatory.
Now, from behind my own
eyes. What did I
do to deserve this end?
Who am I fooling? I
know what I did.
She’s always there, watching
me. Before, beautiful
and young, later
drained, accusatory.
Now, from behind my own
eyes. What did I
do to deserve this end?
Who am I fooling? I
know what I did.
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