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Things I should've learned in math class but didnt
There's a hole in the fabric of my universe
Sometimes I slip inside and zip it up
Time loses meaning here
no future, no past
The present in this space is only an imaginary playground between the two
Life isn't linear
Moments of laughter, moments of pain float around me in their bubbles
Feelings are relics stacked on shelves where I can seperate them from myself
I have thoughts about the dust but this is my space, and my collection
Away from the world and its deadlines
Alone with my musings
And you
Always you
Copyright ©
Kelly Hawkins
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