a play on
me,
the word thought chases me past,
our pasts,
our collective, but uncollected past,
uncollected, un~collated,
we deliberate
separately but equally
thousands of miles prying us apart,
our anonymity preserved,
we are liberated,
sort of, not really,
but here comes the weekend,
and we all are
free at last,
Sort of
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
a play on
me,
the word thought chases me past,
our pasts,
our collective, but uncollected past,
uncollected, un~collated,
we deliberate
separately but equally
thousands of miles prying us apart,
our anonymity preserved,
we are liberated,
sort of, not really,
but here comes the weekend,
and we all are
free at last,
Sort of
Fri Mar 13 2026
5:02pm
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