Historocity by Nolan Bucsis

Dec 2014

I remember tomorrow.
Potential immanent.
The truth.
So far away.
And.
Fragile.
I guess something had to break.
Down inside of me.
And, now.
I'm losing everyday.
To passages.
Written in time.

Written by

Nolan Bucsis 41/M/Somewhere in Canada

(41/M/Somewhere in Canada)

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