mortality cartographer (beeooll) wrote,
mortality cartographer

Staring at two suns
One hides behind a tree
while the other escapes through eleven years

Standing on a yellow lit balcony
Smoke saturated air
Cigarette now mine instead of the widowed.

The world continues again
and forever it will shall be
the clock's hands feel forward until the time is mine.
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