Yesterday’s Poem [2]

Where there is life,
when there are words.
Where we are still,
and newborn.
The life, the love, the fantastical
chance
of tomorrow.
Lines written.
Time spent crawling towards
The End.

[I don’t even have a title yet, so, I guess, practically it’s not even a complete poem. Just ramblings, yesterday’s ramblings. I was watching Jessica Jones.]

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