Time (is a) Machine

Alex Bransky
Mar 23, 2022


The machine never stops.
It chews me up
But never spits me out
No matter how much I ask.

If I could go back
I wouldn’t change it all.
I would hardly change a thing.
I would tell you I loved you
The day you died.
That’s all.

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Alex Bransky

poet, proser, and stuff. empathy lover, hate hater.