Drowning.
In pollen.
Naturally intoxicating.
Unlike days,
When seconds,
Seem to stand still.
And I look for anything,
To make them tick away.
Even slowly.
.
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Drowning.
In pollen.
Naturally intoxicating.
Unlike days,
When seconds,
Seem to stand still.
And I look for anything,
To make them tick away.
Even slowly.
.