The warm crackle of static laughter resounds;
the red-hot embers of reconnection
boiling down to the marrow.
I remember home,
though it all seems so long ago now.
Familiar faces,
neglected lovers;
our teenage dreams,
and childhood rivals.
Where do they all go
anyway?
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
The warm crackle of static laughter resounds;
the red-hot embers of reconnection
boiling down to the marrow.
I remember home,
though it all seems so long ago now.
Familiar faces,
neglected lovers;
our teenage dreams,
and childhood rivals.
Where do they all go
anyway?
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