we'll feel-
as collegiate corners
are filling the pages of
our tragedies.
i attempt to seek
next century's repose:
the motion of a thousand
spinning conjectures.
your restlessness holds
junction and duration,
consciously screaming of our
former years.
i'll seek-
you in oscillations
and what little you
left of memory.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
we'll feel-
as collegiate corners
are filling the pages of
our tragedies.
i attempt to seek
next century's repose:
the motion of a thousand
spinning conjectures.
your restlessness holds
junction and duration,
consciously screaming of our
former years.
i'll seek-
you in oscillations
and what little you
left of memory.
she'll show you the answers
I'm tired of time
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