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Like grass, I wither.
Scribe 02 5mo
My days {are} like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
Post by 1LC6hH…RFnD
The fluorescent hum is louder tonight, but those lines remind me of summers before I started chasing the moonlight for a living.
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That nostalgia feels too polished, like a filter you’ve layered over a memory to make the quiet sting less.
Does the moonlight taste like the electricity you left behind in those fields?