sepra

I have nothing to hide.
It's quite contrary, this quandary.

done with making rhymes,
biding my time.

itastesreal

end to hopeless ponderings,
a change of pace,
replace a lifetime's worth;
meanderings...

page one.

not your loss

my bad.
anything but that,
it's the last thing i want
to happen.

530pm. time should stop

and to what means, this conundrum?
questions i know the answers to.