oceans away- i jotted down a note to relay
that relativity's bust. coasts so constant,
those clouds concocted to cloak you in rain
floated on nonsense when you groped to explain
the foggy connection. consonants, crescents-
fuller words I'd expect with lost intentions.
I think it's awful to acknowledge this deadness
with coffin & suit, pond & procession, calling collect
& its all to refute the choppy connection
that I fostered with you.
the light dawns slower than the pause in your voice
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Originally Posted by PancakeBrah
I'm going to start off on a tangent.
when I write, lately, I feel as if I begin by stringing together ambient ideas and concepts, then i realize I'm just typing the words coffee, tawdry, and autumn over and over and over, again, then I pass out dru-
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