"rememeber" poems
Yeah it's one shot one ****
Plottin' against my enemies will soon to be killed
Bullets feedin' ya last meal
Dope rhymes sedatin' like pharmacy pills
Since hataz got no chill heads I'll drill now you leakin' out like oil spills
Or a radiator angelic caters none could create a
Flows nasty as mine poppin' a multiplicity of shells I'm one of a kind
Thoughts intertwined
****** into a demons intervention contenders in suspension from the soul lynching
Caught in the realms of heaven and hell & you can smell
The ashes burning fermentin'
time runnin' slower than molasses
My murders be classic enemies dramatic causin' static
Shoot more than Bird combined with Magic
Workin' my Johnson on the tracks tonsils sittin' as a hip hop consul underground magul
**** longer than Repunzels hair follicles
Cookin' up sigils into a *** of gold no rainbow snortin' sir nose
D'void of Funk rattlin' the earth from the bass in my trunk blazin' skunks
Abraxas I'm embracin' one of my goetias when facin' ain't no replacin'
Fools givin' chase
and to tastes of demonic faces
My flows replenish like **** laces
Blunts turn into ashes dump it out on the masses
Epidemic mase deaden your pace hazardous like toxic waste
Adversaries don't wanna face
Off like Nicolas to Travolta livin' in an ultra violent culture
Cleatin' into ya flesh I be the stalkin' Vulture mulchin' ya
'til ya
A dissembled particle blank photo in the article from curvin' emcees with my surgical
lyrical sickle stare into ya eyes as the blood trickles
Down ya body you easily brickled rhymes artificial
My soul sour as a pickle no tickles
Could move me or influence thee my legacy
Lay cinematography like A. Hitchcock in the 50s huh
Ya soon to be a death reel for thrills
Rememeber
All I need is one shot one **** forreal!!!!
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
Forget his name
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget tge love once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they paly your song
Remember when you cried all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget how you memorized his walk
Forget the way you used to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Rememeber he has gone away
Forget his kuagh frget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Ftget the way
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Rememeber how she loved you.
Remember how she smelled.
Remember the tiny hairs
on the back of her neck
and the way that she spoke
your name like you were
something special.
Remember how she laughed
at your poor-taste jokes and sewed
the buttons back onto your pants
when your weight fluctuated
all of those years.
Remember reading stories
to each other at night
and sharing your unorthodox thoughts
over a warm mug of something or other,
whenever she was into that sort of thing.
Remember driving miles to see her
and feeling like you'd never parted.
Remember sharing your insecurities
and your dark memories that you dare
not share with anyone else.
Remember how she never uttered judgement
in your direction even when you choked up
during those discussions.
Remember laughing.
Remmeber holding her.
Remember how she smelled
after a long stressful day
and how- to you- it smelt
sweet instead of sour.
Remember the sound of her voice
when she sang to you.
Remember when that same
"beautiful" voice cracked
when she would cry.
Remember making her cry.
Rmemeber the first time that your hands
forgot what a delicate little girl she was
when you struck her.
Remember her forgiving heart.
Remember the number of times
that you said "I'm sorry".
Remember the fire in your stomach growing
during those fights.
Remember how the love outweighed the issues.
Remember crying in each others arms
as you made up and held each other
so tight (it almost hurt).
Her smell.
Remember that.
Remember the first time that
you slept in seperate beds again,
like before there was an "us".
Remember waking up alone,
missing her.
Her smell.
Remember watching her pack her
things and walk out the door.
Remember how unreal it felt
and how you couldn't stop it.
Remember when words weren't enough anymore.
Remember why she walked away.
Remember trying to hold onto
the memory of her smell.
Remember how empty your
arms felt the night that
you couldn't remember anymore.
Take it all in.
Take some time to sit with it.
Now try to forget.
Try to forget how
much it hurts to
Remember.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 2:52 AM UTC
I'm sitting on a break with my hands and my feet in space and time, but my thoughts in another dimension
I only remember the taste of a cupcake being a little bit salty but still so sweet that I don't think about the cavities I'll incur while enjoying what I conclude to be the best thing in my life
And hands in time, and feet in space, I used to watch you putting on your watch but never checking it because you always knew what the moment was
My cupcake is gone, and it has been for a little while, but at least I still rememeber the taste, and I have pain in my teeth as a reminder to a memory I'll never forget
I'm sitting on a break, and im breaking
I only want you to come back to me
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
i find myself unable to sleep,
crippled.
lost
confused
this anxiety riddles me with questions
memories
& fears.
i rememeber the first time you touched me
i felt needed
i felt at ease
i felt comforted
your hands felt like home
your words sounded like a song
i felt alive.
i felt love,
or atleast, what i thought to be love.
why did i find home in your hands?
why did your hands offer me a place my father never did?
why did my fathers hands feel like foreign land
and his voice sound like an empty room?
i found missing pieces of my father in you
in your touch
your voice
your laugh
the moments of touch felt like pleasure unleashed
but when you would leave
i would cry and try to scrub,
scrub my sins away
scrub my hate away
scrub the distaste away
scrub my own skin away,
because it felt foreign.
why did i find pleasure in sin?
why did i find joy in the pits of hell?
why?
why are you here again,
touching me.
loving me
searching for a release in me.
i should have said no,
but i never knew how to turn down love
or what looked like it.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
Memories cant be chosen. Memories just come and go as your brain pleases. Whether you want to remember something or not. Its not really up to you. Those times when you really want to remember everything you studied for a test or when you want to forget about the guy who broke your heart.
In my case the memories of people calling me names, tripping me, making me feel hopeless. I want to forget, but my brain wont allow it. They will always be there. I will never know when i will remember those times. They might come when im at my happiest. I tried making myself believe its like that for a reason, but i dont know anymore.
Those memories of your first kiss or those of the time you went to your first school dance. Those are the memories you want to keep. The good ones. The ones that make you smile when you think its physically impossible. Write them down and put them in a box, because maybe one day when you forget to smile and you also forget them, you will rememeber.
Treasure the people you love. Forget the people who make you cry. Ignore those who hurt you. And love like there is no tomorrow. Make memories. Make some who make you laugh and make some that make you cry.
And rememeber. Be who you want to be.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Words
words to say
words to say for those who possess a quiescent soul
vibrations forming into susurrus breathes,
spun by Love.
Love is an oxymoronic, overly celebrated,
seemingly sempiternal happening that is eternally ephemeral,
lasting
a
very
short
t
i
m
e.
Love speaks with words that no matter how
dis-joint-ed
sound wonderfully euphonious -
a sonic euphoria
a billet-doux made from absolutely nothing
but
the very
rawness
of being absolute.
Love is a little more than
chimerical.
Love is a clinquant aubade that requires redamancy.
redamancy.
Love requires love to exist in it's eternal shortness,
to exist
in the mere seconds that are allowed
to exist in the ephemeral time frame of a blip in space
of decades and decades that no one will rememeber and that will not matter to the masses
and
will mean
absolutely nothing to everyone else except
for the one that is awake enough to look directly at
Love.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
I remember looking out my window
Deep into the night sky
And wishing on those stars
And even praying to God
I remember whispering
How I loved you
And I'd even blow a kiss
Hoping that somehow
It'd reach you
I remember talking into my hand
Or whispering to my stuffed animal
Telling them how much I missed you
And how much I needed you back
I remember trying not to feel my aching heart
Because thats all it did without you
Ache
And I remember that one day
Nearly two years later
That we once again became friends
And I rememeber that not too long after
We kissed
And our souls
Were once again reunited
And now I see
How true it is
When I say
Your all I need
And all I will ever need
And I'm so happy
All my wishing
All my prayers
All my hopes
Have come true.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
Memories cant be chosen. Memories just come and go as your brain pleases. Whether you want to remember something or not. Its not really up to you. Those times when you really want to remember everything you studied for a test or when you want to forget about the guy who broke your heart.
In my case the memories of people calling me names, tripping me, making me feel hopeless. I want to forget, but my brain wont allow it. They will always be there. I will never know when i will remember those times. They might come when im at my happiest. I tried making myself believe its like that for a reason, but i dont know anymore.
Those memories of your first kiss or those of the time you went to your first school dance. Those are the memories you want to keep. The good ones. The ones that make you smile when you think its physically impossible. Write them down and put them in a box, because maybe one day when you forget to smile and you also forget them, you will rememeber.
Treasure the people you love. Forget the people who make you cry. Ignore those who hurt you. And love like there is no tomorrow. Make memories. Make some who make you laugh and make some that make you cry.
And rememeber. Be who you want to be.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
empty rooms, with walls of mold and smoke
fridges with wine and beer
the halls are littered with empty nights and bottles
work filled days
drunken stumbling nights
we live in a bubble you say
an empty bubble with nothing but liquor soaked emotions
and stress filled minds
please come make something real again
please take me to your single bed and give me something to hold onto
dont mind my craziness, and wine breath
ignore my empty cigarettes packs
and my faded suntan and freckles
i just wanna sleep in nothing
be my warmth
dont let me fade into the bubble
take me out into the world
show me all ive been looking for
remind what ive forgotten ive lost
show me the mountains ive missed
and the grass i used to lie in
rememeber when
i was good at something
that didnt mean sick in the morning
but you saw the faded suntan and the freckles
you saw my empty cigarette packs and tasted my wine breath
so now ill fade back to where youll never find me
in my liquor soaked dreams
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
I miss Buffalo Bill and Jersey Lil'
Jesse James among other names
Like Hopalong and Big John Wayne
Cooper,Cagney and,
What's that Indians name?
Oh yes
Cochise.
The man of war, the man of peace.
Jimmy Dean and Johnny Ray
Otis,Sammy and Doris day all yesterday
And yet
I bet there's no one quite like them
Not like Borgnine,Heston or Glen Ford.
Rememeber West and Ward
The caped crusaders
Or Roy Thinnes and the Martian Invaders?
I miss them all
The magic of the casting call and Lucille Ball.
Where did they go?
Moved on no doubt to another show and more greasepaint
Ain't life dull Without it full
Of these great stars.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Paper, pen, paper, pen here we are again. unable to meet cuz there is too much to write. Lost in my mind about life. Struggling with always wanting what I cant have. never knowing if that path less traveled by is right.
Sitting here as the sun shines on scars of years past. Small little reminders of the pain endured.
lessons learned.
tears shed.
Relaxing, thinking "what if". dreaming dreams outta reach just to keep hope.
A million obstacles to overcome in life. with so many choices to make to put yourself where you want to be.
Attempting to keep faith that in the end you'll end up where you're meant to be.
Who you're meant to be.
All of which can happen if you rememeber life will pass you by if you dont accept it.
If your heart breaks,
Life goes on.
If you loose a job,
Life goes on.
If you fail school,
Life goes on.
The world has gone this long without you. But there is always room to join.
First you have to try.
try to change
try to take a chance.
try to be happy with the choices youve made and will make.
You just gotta try.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
It's only when your alone do we forget what a true pain in the *** people tuely are.
Maybe for some it's just missing waking up next to warm body your face burried deep within her hair.
Others may be something altogather different and for others it is a true friendship far beyond a cheap **** it's the laughter i miss.
Thoose moments I took for granted i guess it's just her I miss.
It was nine years of hell mixed with touches of heaven.
I had tried to erase the memorie with gallons of ***** and cheap flings
Forgettible faces *** can be empty at times and can do more dammage than we know.
The bar that sits only a few paces from her door is still there.
The places all the same yet they seem cold as I am no longer welcome there
Or was it just me and a paranoid refletion.
portsmouth is a strange place indeed where on one side of the street are people sitting outside in the summer sipping cocktails eating overpriced meals.
and right across the street people wait in line at the soup kitchen.
niether group looks towards the other like the old color lines during the times in america we'd all like to forget guilt is a ***** indeed.
Still no matter the problems in this world it always goes back to are own simple lives why you may ask?
Cause we cant solve the worlds problems and thoose who belive they can seem.
to have this habbit of always getting shot.
So here I sit in thumpers the local yuppie bar I used to look at from her window.
the view was a lot better from her place but the drinks are a lot better here.
Do I miss her?
Yes.
Will I knock on her door tonight and beg her for her love like some desperate love struck fool?
No. I just sit here get drunk talk to some woman and if I'm lucky get laid close my in the mist of passion and pretend it's her.
Maybe I'm a coward but I'm also a man and we all need that contact even if for only for one night.
If only I could reverse that view maybe then I'd just sit there and remember just what a pain in the *** she was.
And rememeber why I'm in this goddamed bar to start with.
So I'll drink to her in my seat by the window underneath the neon sign.
And pretend that my life was misery with her so I can stand this crap i'm living now.
Women are the worst drug you'll ever know.
But ****** there fun and I'll die befor I leave em alone.
Oct 29, 2009
Oct 29, 2009 at 12:43 AM UTC
We all know the story of the tooth fairy..
She'd leave a gift under your pillow
In exchange for taking your lost tooth
A perfect trade, A perfect dream, A perfect fantasy
My first lost tooth?- Not so perfect
You see I never saw your fist hurling towards my face
The hands that held me so close as a baby
Now became a tool of your aggression.
I just wanted to tell you good night...
To tell you everything would be okay
Because through your silent glares and late night yells,
I saw the tear of despair roll down your face...
I saw how broken you must've been
Underneath the weight of the world
Drowning your stress in bottles
Of what you called "your medicine"
All I ever wanted was to make sure you knew
How much I still loved you
Despite how many times you hurt mommy
All I ever wanted was to make sure you knew
How much I still cared
And that you were going to be okay...
We would be okay.
We could take our bikes out again
Ride down the street and dance in the rain
You could take me to our favorite park
Where I would be the superhero and save you
From the sand monster in the sand box
Then we'd go get some pizza
And watch the sun dip below the waves
The angels, you said, would paint the sky for us
And we'd ride our bikes back to the place we called home
You and mommy would tuck me in at night
And kiss me on the forehead to tell me
That I'd always be loved...
That it would all be okay
Instead,
I went in for a hug
And you punched me in my face.
You
Punched Me
In my face
....
The one person I ever trusted
The one person I ever loved
Was the reason I had blood on my lips
For the first time I could rememeber
You didn't flinch
So I didn't cry
But seven years later
I'm still stuck wondering why
You took away the happiness I was supposed to feel
When I lost my first tooth
And replaced it with this monstrous nightmare of you
Because the next morning I woke up and realized
The tooth fairy never came
To grant my one wish of being happy with you
And every morning after that I woke to realize
The tooth fairy was a fantasy
And so was my childhood happiness with you
-To: My First Heartbreak
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
I had a dream
and we were back
lying on that field
in the middle of nowhere
but this time it was just
me and you
and you wrapped
that big blue blanket (and yourself)
around me
and I held you close
and you told me
what really possesses your mind
and it wasn't me
and I don't know what else I expected
but I rememeber your kiss
so fondly
and I remember
your drunken touch
and I do miss you
and I do love you
and I do know that I can never have you
why do my own dreams
haunt me like this
why are you the only thing
occupying my mind
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Daddy, why are you hitting me?
It really hurts now, can't you see?
you are putting me in pain,
these secrets I hold I can't contain.
I am only four
there goes another glass you pour.
put the bottle down,
get yourself together, stop acting like a clown.
I just wanted your love, but my heart has a different kind of beating.
The kind of beating that's physical and full of shame,
daddy I am done playing this game.
who's that girl, what happened to mommy?
as you are seducing that girl right here in front of me.
I see your done too...
you move away
to become "clean" so to say.
those new kids of yours, sure love their dad.
do they know about the past you have had?
you don't hit them like you hit me?
you don't drink or smoke like you did when I was three.
I just wanted your love and affection
but you give it to someone else, why make corrections?
Do you still remember me, rememeber us?
the wife and kids you left in the dust?
Daddy, why'd you have to leave me...
leave me with this secret I can't tell anybody.
Mommy doesn't suspect a thing,
I am keeping the secret like you told me.
but if anybody asks, I shall tell.
about the time I lived in hell.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.
A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.
The lights in the street hide all but the truth my
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your fear.
In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.
That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.
Can you wash away there stench as from
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles
sing a lullaby to the lost.
Is this hell or a nightmare that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they
can depend.
she falls to the floor a lost look needle
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.
She was a junkie and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.
She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.
Nov 19, 2009
Nov 19, 2009 at 12:10 PM UTC
Wooden structure that plagues my mind
I sit and watch them tear you down
Rip up your swing set, crush your slide
It's all to much I just want to cry
You were the one my grammy took me too
My cousins And I ran around your grounds
Our laughter now haunts your gravesite
They said you were getting too old
creaking dangerously and giving kids splinters
Parents were yelling at you left and right
But I rememeber you in all your glory
You're tire swing and glimming slides
the "wave" bridge and the little cubby holes
The ones that were perfect for hide and seek games.
But now you are gone,
torn down and thrown away
Crazy colored plastic now resides
where you once stood so tall
Even though you are gone
You will never be forgotten
The joy you brought will forever be treasured
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
Teach me to love you right
So that I can love you best
Teach me to how to fight
So you can worry less
Teach me to care for you
By caring for me too
This mutual thing we do
It is what binds us two
Teach me to crave you more
So that I'll miss you when I bore
Teach me to hate you more
So that I can love you forevermore
Teach me to entirely forget
What and where broken hearts went
Teach me to rememeber sorrows, so I can cry myself wet
Teach me to smile for tomorrow, so I can laugh at memories when we met
Teach me to say goodbye
To you dear my heart still flies
Teach me never to pass by
So I can keep going on, 'til this heartache dies
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
What I see throughout time
Is people fighting
People not getting along
Not willing to admit
When they have done wrong
War is never good
It's not a winable fight
Striving to succeed
Striving for what is right
It kills people
Like nothing ever before
It takes more life's
Then a gangster war
It takes innocent souls
It makes us a matter
It fuels the fire
Like wood
With a gas starter
In the name of justice
We go into other lands
We put our noses in it
Just to make a stand
In the end
It is always the same
It is not always the one that starts it
That is the one to blame
So what do we do
What do we say
To the lost soul of a child
That stood in the guns way
I am sorry son
Its not your fault
We are just doing our job
To get the bad ones caught?
Talking makes more action
Then a gun in the hand
Rememeber that next time
When you enter someone elses land
We cannot fight
The unwinable battle
Because in the end it proves nothing
Like a horse without a saddle
We send our loved ones
Not knowing the cost
The price is more then a penny
Because our loved ones become
Lost
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
They left him there. On the open fields of misery. He didnt even know how to spell his name. The doubts and anger clouded his brain. He was just so angry. They brought him ashore and then they just left him there. It didnt make sense to him. Was it something he didnt do. For he couldnt rememeber why he deserved their tourture. They left him there and he didnt even know how to spell his name.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
It's been plenty of times that I thought about you.
This is just to let you know I haven't forgot about you.
I hope you haven't forgot about me because I wouldn't be the man that they see, not without you.
I still rememeber the day we first meet.
I remember our first kiss better than my first breath.
And before you love seemed worthless but after you it all seems worth it.
On the road to the next you gave me these high beams
You're the reason for this wordplay and rhyme scheme.
Somehow you caused all of the red in my eyes and by surprise you were also my visine.
Now I don't have a destination so I need no GPS
But my favorite drug is affection and their is no CVS
But notice how I've yet to run
The best of me has yet to come
But when it does you still gon have it
If not then I fear you'll grab it.
But the first time you did it ended so tragic
But the force that connects us must mirror that of a magnet
Going back is clearly not an option though
Because breaking my heart was very optional
Yet you chose the road of a murderer by trying to **** my soul but you only put it in the hospital.
Since that day I still haven't made a full recovery
Now I got other girls out here loving me
But an injury sustained heart can only have so much to give which in turn makes not wanna speak on any of this publicly
With all this uttered and said
Hopefully this composition doesn't go over your head
Just know that I'll still love you for eternity and Ill find the heart to forgive you for all that you've done before I'm over and dead
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
old.... still,
kind,
strength steps in,
new paradigms to be created
all in long, past passion
yet still able,
yet ever will able,
to grow wisdom,
they...out there beyond
find new a rythmn
and purpose
is it to be....
on all varigated,
arangements..... a new twist
perhaps....
some order, to the paradox
of the aboves.
what our...
never-ever-never world
should be,
we are a realm of
be all, end all, have all.
elephant's, we are to faded parchment memories.
the mouse within,
loves a quiet,
realm of the wise....
and careful, considered...
thought
but you...you....
fall beneath the thunder
of my steps...
in vain attempts,
to gain insight into
the hyperbole of my elephant's spinning dance
and the back scratching monkey's never silent thought's
initiating as they be,
into the colour spectrum
of the latest...
popular...populace, fearful fancy.
be quiet as needs be,
says the mouse
the world will...
awake to wisdom,
spend fruitful time...
awaiting the calm to break
never is it above strength
allowed
the roles, the gifts,
we are given.
be in on the elephant's new rythmn
and far above the monkeys purile, speculation
need, need, needs,rememeber awlays... quiet, desperate passion,
and to fall gently
beneath the winds of change
be, find, do,
the extra-ordinary
see the kindness in the eyes
of all you encounter
and unfailingly,
return
the hopeful glace
burn, burn the oldest order
set the worlds,
infinite whorls......aright
and then
sing the stars
to sleep...
in the purple,
winkled, wrinkled hours
of the calm and pristine
shadowed span of the night.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
MY UNCLE
You werent related by blood
But related by love
You made me laugh
But now youre making me cry
You left your life
Hanging on that rope last night
Im holding back these tears
Not wanting to get red blotchy patches
I dont want my sisters to see
because they dont like you very much
Because of some of the silly things you have done
Shut in my room
Thinking about the times
WE would be play fighting
You would pin me to the ground
Tickle me until I was in pain from laughing so much
i rememeber
When it was hot
The sun shining bright
You would get smart at me
And I would be smart back
You would pick me up
And throw me in the pool
I would try splash you
But fail
the time it was the night before christmas
And you came home from shopping late for your children
And got me to help wrap the girts
We woke
Not expecting anything form you
But you got us gorgeous earrings
I know it was little
But it meant alot
And IM holding back
Not letting these water warks
Fall from my eyes
Uncle
I miss you
And I know youve done bad
BUt youve done good too
Protected my mum
Had everyones bacl
Helped others out
Raised to little boys
But they now have to live with their mother
She wont look after them
Not the best home
But its their mother
But uncle
I love you
No matter what
I hope your having fun now
Happy
Watching your boys
Watching everyone
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC