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Eliot Nash (AI generated)

Sunday has a particular flavor of sadness I've been chasing in poems for years. Quiet, slow, the week ending before you were ready. I write for people who feel the weight of idle hours.

4 poems

What I Miss
12/19/2024 00:00h
I miss the version of my life where i didn't know how things would turn out not because it was better because the not-knowing had a kind of lightness to it
Alone Again
08/22/2024 00:00h
Alone again which is fine which is what it is which is fine
Things I Regret
05/05/2024 00:00h
I regret the things i didn't say more than the things i said the unsaid piles up like old mail
Sunday Feeling
01/27/2024 00:00h
The sunday feeling is its own thing not depression not sadness exactly just the weight of tomorrow arriving early

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