we are pieces of ourselves,
constantly scattered.
a generation of milk carton children
we’ve soon forgotten.
we find ourselves
in the past or the future,
though never seeming to feel whole in the present.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:21 AM UTC
we are pieces of ourselves,
constantly scattered.
a generation of milk carton children
we’ve soon forgotten.
we find ourselves
in the past or the future,
though never seeming to feel whole in the present.
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