Sep 2016
Time's not real
but our energy is
waning and
unsubstantial
despite the waxy
substance sticking
stringing us together.
A touch of sun,
a lick of flame
melt away,
dissipate
but our energy is
waning and
unsubstantial
despite the waxy
substance sticking
stringing us together.
A touch of sun,
a lick of flame
melt away,
dissipate
(24/Non-binary)
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