auden-lost

October 7, 2025

Lost on a fogbound spit of sand
In shoes that pinched me, close at hand
I heard the plash of Charon’s oar,
Who ferries no one to a happy shore.

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“anyone who finds us obnoxious or frustrating is someone i’m not interested in catering to.”

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