Poetry Blog by Connor Lannes (And)
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It's a concentration of atoms, that in the air converse with one another.
And then those bits become molecules.
They create my table.
My computer.
And in some ways, my ability to type and write and eat ramen at the last hour of the night.
And they make
That smokey woody herbal floating aroma that reminds me of the witchcraft shop down the street of where we used to live.
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Monday 9th October 2017 7:36 am
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