Thursday, March 20, 2014


I guess you've forgotten me now,
As the dust settles on me to not exist.
I must've forgotten -
the easiest way to lose something
is to want it to the hilt. 

Someone once told me:
"the world is a shrinking place,
yet the inhabitants are drifting a p a r t."

Spiders, engines, and universes, then.

Somewhere there's an end you want,
and somewhere there's a start.

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