Time moves me and I forget, until I fall on things you left. I tried hiding each around to make them hard to narrow down. But spot a bottle you helped dry, it's almost sad I didn't cry. I should... Continue Reading →
Will you release me, dopamine? Can you tether me no longer? For the Cloud Nine times you bring are just promising reminders. You can fire the nerves with others. Like them, deny their void in you. Why not rather treat... Continue Reading →
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