why do i always feel
like i'm missing out
on all the teenage hedonism
i never knew i crave,
whenever someone
mentions fun?
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n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
cravings
why do i always feel
like i'm missing out
on all the teenage hedonism
i never knew i crave,
whenever someone
mentions fun?
