its petty pace
iron turns to rust
muscles and dreams fade to flab
it's all metaphor
muscles and dreams fade to flab
it's all metaphor
Labels: art, time, transience
posted by levinebar at 8:57 PM
seventeen syllables / is all you can cram into / such a tiny screen
Labels: art, time, transience
posted by levinebar at 8:57 PM
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