Saturday
Everything is rather lax on days such
as these and even I fall to the pull
of afternoon wishes to slow
down and thus my spinning
of the Earth ceases and
everything just
stops.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.