July 18, 2019
To Time Travel by The Black Bile
Park ClockSource: Rose Tree Park Pictures | Penelope Peru Photography p3
Secondhand Smoke On A Summer Night.
Again Now, I’m A Traveler Of Time.
Though What Was Mine Has Died
And What Has Mind Has Lied,
Forgotten Yet Still Inside,
Your World Suppresses Me Again.
Sometimes I Get That Taste…..
Like Time Travel On The Tip Of My Tongue,
Tastes Like Dirt.
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