a short one. there has always been something about my birth month that brings a lump to my throat. something shamelessly haunts me, makes my soul heavier each day of this month. is it me? is it my father? is this my fate?
in me, august evokes ends
august is leaving
august is my birth, august is my demise
in me, august wails and it’s deafening
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