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isn't it something to behold that in awhile, right now will just become a memory - be it vague or vivid?
these moments of us,
snatches of your smile,
my giggles,
the pain
will become
yesterday.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
