and occasions that "happened" and "past"
the present never seemed so blurry.
so, i refuse to my feet on the ground in fear
that contact with the floor will erase the now.
marie rose writes. you listen.
a place for pictures and words to collide
You Are Reading
feet don't touch the ground
and occasions that "happened" and "past"
the present never seemed so blurry.
so, i refuse to my feet on the ground in fear
that contact with the floor will erase the now.
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- hi. my name is meagan. i blog. i write poetry. i love getting dressed. currently working in retail and a writer for TheHiveSociety.com
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