Wednesday, June 11, 2014



Unconscious, stars, under eyelids, sunspots, compliments blindness.

Trauma of tridents, now you’re just somebody, that I used to know, no alliance.

I’m not completely sure, who I am, standing by, watching the clock of timeless, unwinding.

If only you could have been a little more like me, & never asked why.

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