It was just a while ago
I cooled the stone courtyard
I was a mere house interior
Dust on a table
Somehow this world found comfort in me
It was autumn
I was water without shade
Would you be cold if I opened the windows
Or words a crack more
Your sweat got on something
It’ll leave a stain, I know
I know crying leaves a stain
You were a word
Falling off my finger
I remain the scissor mark
on that paper
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