A poem about leaving marks on a mirror. Continue reading
you were there just seconds ago, the meal in front of us, shared, steaming, green. i could of sworn you said this is delicious. i'd taken out the good forks, seen our reflections in the serving spoon. where'd you go? get back here! the food is getting cold.
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