in april

7de4a0de9bb211e2a45222000a9e06f4_6my days: essay writing and short walks as the dust crawls over the floor and settles on my eyelids. it hangs in the air like a bad smell, filling my pores with dirt. I eat on routine and stare at words and want it all to end and to last forever. 

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