we never have time at all
seems to fleet us but it stops
when im laughing with you.
we make our own aura
you're all ivory teeth
and stomach pains
when im with you.
our atmosphere reminds me of
kaleidoscopes and a euphoric high
and i dont want it to ever end.
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panacea
Puisinot completed. panacea (n.) : a remedy for all your troubles. twenty three poems about society's most beautiful tragedies.
