I have
considered you as
I watch
the creeping
mould
overtake the
fading
paint on
the
walls.
As the
dampness of an
unventilated
room drowns
each
molecule of
air.
And I
wonder which certainty
chased
conviction away.
But
whatever took me down the
other
road—
it
becomes simply another irrelevant,
better
left unknown.
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