I AM DEAD

 

It was a Wednesday.

‘He’ didn’t feel like getting up.

‘He’ was cold to the touch.

It was a Thursday.

‘He’ felt like getting up.

‘He’ was too late.

This is official Project Astral poetry

Raphael Baldaya

 

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