two pm man, catch me if you can!
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By the beauty that lies within, I find memories. thoughts of presents yet to be, and
where do i go when i no longer find home
catching milliseconds of minute long dreams
you warned me the best was yet to come
did you mean me, or another?
day twenty three:
it seems tension laid its bed
Quixote-infested dreams
Buzzing through phases of disbelief