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Minutes are counted in sneezes and coughs Hours in trips to the bathroom and mealtimes Weeks are the time between sunday brunch and sunday brunch I could ask the sun what he thinks of time, But he just sits there smirking Spinning in aimless circles while the clouds dance around him Someone says something Someone laughs Someone else farts The same person laughs again Has a few minutes passed or an hour? How's the weather someone asks 70 degrees inside and dry, The flurescent light flickers like a dead moon Sometimes i go outside and watch the planes take off and land Their large grey girth heaving in and out of the sky, Like rhinos who know where they're going. Can I do this for an additional 6 months?
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
Antarctica, the boring side
Minutes are counted in sneezes and coughs Hours in trips to the bathroom and mealtimes Weeks are the time between sunday brunch and sunday brunch I could ask the sun what he thinks of time, But he just sits there smirking Spinning in aimless circles while the clouds dance around him Someone says something Someone laughs Someone else farts The same person laughs again Has a few minutes passed or an hour? How's the weather someone asks 70 degrees inside and dry, The flurescent light flickers like a dead moon Sometimes i go outside and watch the planes take off and land Their large grey girth heaving in and out of the sky, Like rhinos who know where they're going. Can I do this for an additional 6 months?
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
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