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Looking forward to a New Year and a new normal |
| Wearied of solitude my spirit longs for a New Year and a new normal. The empty perfume bottle of my dreams lays shattered on the tiles of the old year, its lingering scent unable to conceal the stench of my loneliness. Breathless I wait for the Time Square ball to drop, my visions of hope to return, and this torment to end. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |