Page 6 - Leftovers V2
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Turning Fifty
Caught in an avalanche. Weary of life’s leftovers, like lukewarm table scraps from a half-eaten meal. Too much to digest,
not enough to satisfy.
I lose my footing,
as this unsavory trip propels me toward the exact hour,
the precise minute, the very second
of my just desserts.
