nostalgia
stumbling in fields of elsewhere
makes me suspiciously
sated,
stubborn,
and sad.
cattle
grazing memories
of what was
and all that could’ve been...
latent lies lauded like they were lived
…lovely.
someone once said my memory's crap –
boo.
moo.
i was grass-fed goodness at some point…
100% biodegradable bullshit.
chew that cud.
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