Nov 2017
Grass blades leaning away from the wind,
Glows off sidewalks when it just rained,
The tree beyond my window I stare,
My toes out into the open ai

Time a construct of worry no hope,
Frozen our necks are covered in rope,
The clock ticking, telling of time,
I stare with you I’m frozen, you’re mine.
Kylie
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Kylie  13/F/Barcelona
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