Friday 27 March 2015

Hysteria


Growing slowly, 
Like the days before,
Sunsets mean opportunities,
Free is never free,
These people we cling to, 
The fast moving tides.
It all means something,
It never means nothing.
Every footnote transcribed, 
In perfect detail,
The same stars, 
Seas of blankets,
Seas of memories. 

 

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