By: Suzy Schwabl It’s 2:13am. Tick Tock, Tick Tock: time is a robber Snatching away the minutes of which my body desires sleep Tick. Tock. The thoughts, here they come: Oh no, oh no not again The worst ones that set in… And all of a sudden the world is ending Life flashes before the…
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by: Suzy Schwabl a grain of sand a beach of infinite. burned together to be, Something. yet to see, there is, Nothing waves wash over infinitely blue they extend. pushing harder overturn one another to be flat, and they are, Gone Not to disappear though– Nothing is still Something science proves all things to stay,…
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