4.6.16
A glass of warmth. Catharsis in an ever-moving sea of millennial resignation and Gen X's resentment. A glass of warmth, and this time, it's next to you. We are the top of the mountain, estranged from all of reality. This time I can't tell if the warmth is from you or my glass.
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poetry
Poetrya small collection of poems posted in a kind-of-not-really-chronological order
