Today’s poem is a fun thought-experiment. Here we go, poem starts in 3… 2… 1! I found a way to talk to me, from when I was eighteen. The person I was in my past, the person I had been. We had just thirty seconds, then the portal would collapse. So none of us had time to talk of
Eighteen
Eighteen
Eighteen
Today’s poem is a fun thought-experiment. Here we go, poem starts in 3… 2… 1! I found a way to talk to me, from when I was eighteen. The person I was in my past, the person I had been. We had just thirty seconds, then the portal would collapse. So none of us had time to talk of