do you notice, when? i do.
there is something about 00:01
truth spills through a screen
disguised in words
i wonder, if you notice
when you say stuff like
us and we
neither referring to her or me
no thing is a constant without a constant, and
all i want is more
so i will stop thinking there will be
00:01, it seems to spill truth
life comes back presented as tiny words
Poetry by Holly Hawgood
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Written on 2024-04-02 at 01:02
Tags Nostalgia Past Thought
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