Dec 2018
I’m locked indoors,
waiting for my plant to grow.
There’s time, ticking heavily,
echoing in the living room.
I’m unable to move,
the room breathes with me.
waiting for my plant to grow.
There’s time, ticking heavily,
echoing in the living room.
I’m unable to move,
the room breathes with me.
You know it
(31/Cold, cold place.)
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