My days are filled with a sense of nostalgia
for those that haven't happened yet and
longing for days gone by.
Bouyed by an effervescent iridescence
anchored to the shore of
absurd accusations
vital to self-realizations manifesting
into a festering static buzzing
to
no
end.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
My days are filled with a sense of nostalgia
for those that haven't happened yet and
longing for days gone by.
Bouyed by an effervescent iridescence
anchored to the shore of
absurd accusations
vital to self-realizations manifesting
into a festering static buzzing
to
no
end.
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