My money is
burnt over the edges
Like a tender togetherness
on the soil of boredom
I like having
conversations about
the last solar eclipse
and broken jet planes
Fighter planes
not repaired properly
I like to
know more of
what happened yesterday
I regret waiting
for the tomorrow
But
it will eventually come
Come like a
summersault over
a franchise of well established
educational institutions
And break like a
fragrance under a bloodthirst.
I know of you
And you just know a
part of me
But how will you convince
of not knowing what I still don't know about me?
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
My money is
burnt over the edges
Like a tender togetherness
on the soil of boredom
I like having
conversations about
the last solar eclipse
and broken jet planes
Fighter planes
not repaired properly
I like to
know more of
what happened yesterday
I regret waiting
for the tomorrow
But
it will eventually come
Come like a
summersault over
a franchise of well established
educational institutions
And break like a
fragrance under a bloodthirst.
I know of you
And you just know a
part of me
But how will you convince
of not knowing what I still don't know about me?
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