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the lamentation of a lost belonging

every single trumpet screeched and every single owl howled:
or so it felt, considering that my felonies fell hard.
yet i found myself falling harder
and the adrenaline pulsated between my veins
im going to get you back, i’d dream
(if i didn’t im pretty sure i’d become a living meme)
every nook and cranny i’ve searched
the sinks, cupboards, drawers, desks
they’ve seen my face more than a million times
where have you been my lost lamb?????
5 question marks but not a single clue
to where you now reside, out of reach.
over the legal age but are you going to run back to me
or should i bring out the bottles
vodka looks real good; voldemort has since haunted me
where are youuuuu
i’ve dragged my words and my productivity
are you not forgotten and prodigal, run back
run to me as quick as possible baby
whether your dress is unbuttoned or you’re clad in pastel
i care no hoots, skedaddle your way towards
the teal house sitting by the side
waiting by rising tide or sleeping by the doormat
i hope you know that ill be there, regardless
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