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
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
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
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