time ticks suck our joy
wringing hands dread tomorrow
how’s the weather there?
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Do not trust clocks ticking within the glass. Please binge-watch that show (or 12 other ones); croon for dazzling riches you’ll amass,
By Jemma Jae4 years ago in Poets
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That’s life. There is joy, and there is bound to be regret. That is normal. You will feel exhilarated sometimes, and sad sometimes. That is all you, and in the end, it will all blend into a better version of yourself.
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By Amos Glade3 days ago in Fiction
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