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With this apple as my prompt And silence as my witness. I begin the task ahead. The early summer heat rises and knocks, 'Just one more night?' That won't cut it. My phone vibrates with all the anticipation of youthful vigour and grit not yet ground out by the 9 to 5. 'One pint'. 'One hour'. 'One smoke break'. Studying is an athletic pursuit. Day turns to night turns to morning turns to nothing. The clock passes by without meaning, time becomes an illusion As the time draws near. The end. Not my essay deadline, that's not truly bothering me. The end of this time. The peace of mind to say 'sure I'll come' to plans in rooms Of strangers who become passing friends and Go on nights that last long into the fading memory of messages that Were left on read after a third awkward 'haha' from the night before To travel in the middle of exams and soak the sun in Barcelona Take breaks from the brutal reality staring down the barrel As life comes knocking when summer time ends. The coffee shop is open. Time to go.
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 7:40 AM UTC
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With this apple as my prompt And silence as my witness. I begin the task ahead. The early summer heat rises and knocks, 'Just one more night?' That won't cut it. My phone vibrates with all the anticipation of youthful vigour and grit not yet ground out by the 9 to 5. 'One pint'. 'One hour'. 'One smoke break'. Studying is an athletic pursuit. Day turns to night turns to morning turns to nothing. The clock passes by without meaning, time becomes an illusion As the time draws near. The end. Not my essay deadline, that's not truly bothering me. The end of this time. The peace of mind to say 'sure I'll come' to plans in rooms Of strangers who become passing friends and Go on nights that last long into the fading memory of messages that Were left on read after a third awkward 'haha' from the night before To travel in the middle of exams and soak the sun in Barcelona Take breaks from the brutal reality staring down the barrel As life comes knocking when summer time ends. The coffee shop is open. Time to go.
A poem about the end of university and real life fast approaching.
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May 9
May 9, 2026 at 7:40 AM UTC
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