I *think* poems in the car On the toilet seat At the opening of my sleep Because I don’t really know why For some reason these places conduct (produce) flow
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The joy of Being able to hold hands for the longest time with someone you love Even as it seems still like borrowed time And you know [on Monday] you’ll part To freeze time I would What I would Do What I would do To turn back time To do it all over …
Visiting Jo in Cambridge
This photo is of Joanne and I wrapping up our last night together on campus at MIT. Joanne is studying for Midterms I was getting through the book I’m currently reading. We do a late night of independent reading and get home close to 12 to sleep. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxjvudBL46w&t=2s Joanne was under the weather during my …
