July 18, 2019
To Time Travel by The Black Bile
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In the spirit of art and poetry, we’re featuring “To Travel Time,” a poem by The Black Bile.
This will also be featured in the July issue of The Burgundy Zine, along with another poem by The Black Bile.
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.
Checkout The Black Bile on Write Out Loud to read more of their poetry!
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