though the sun is undeviating every day upon the hills
though still is the same to the azure waves of the sea
when imagination is what our mind kills
we are none of us quite who we used to be
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universes behind lonelier eyes
Poetrya collection of poems and contemplations; excerpts i may have re-written or gotten rid of previously. [side note: honestly this is gonna be a pile of shit i'm so sorry]
who we used to be
though the sun is undeviating every day upon the hills
though still is the same to the azure waves of the sea
when imagination is what our mind kills
we are none of us quite who we used to be
