in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
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