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277 · Jan 2018
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ZY Jan 2018
But I think I’ll always look for you
Behind folded book pages,
library shelves labeled ‘fiction’,
And empty spaces.

Turn my head back to the corner
Of crowded lecture theaters,
At the end-most seat,
And find empty places.
210 · Jan 2018
Looking for a home
ZY Jan 2018
Change and I are old pals,
With permanence I’ve never been acquainted,
But you
transcend transience.

— The End —