to be out from underto be yours againtearing this asundertalking now and thento understand just what they seethis seeming meaningless storyremember methrough a mirror dimlydistance slowly deadensonly pieces of a looking . . .
let this final line of light fold underneathwith resolve supine, 'till morning blush and quickenwhat did this day bring?I wish the sun would go quench its blistering thirstbeneath the watersanother round for your sakeher . . .
a mouthful of yesterdayis all thatÿs now left to sayand iÿm ever anxious to spitor choke on it either wayon one hand itÿs off of my chestthe other will put it to restand so out of my miserytell me which do you t . . .
it’s beyond me how i could have missedit wasn’t supposed to end up like thiswritten all over my facedesperation and self doubtgotta get back to a placewhere the sun sometimes comes outleave it all without a . . .
i've been feeling beat and brokenhearteddon't want to complete the things i've startedthe noise, the fuzz, the radiating buzz(the way everything does)it's so loudsurprised, ashamed, the object of the gameis sounding all . . .
walking it hand in hand and free while you’re impacteddon’t you go and abandon me when i’m distractedbegin again and i’ll be finewhat’d you mean to say?i’m having a most difficul . . .
i need to start up againsomething to get me excitedplaces where i’ve never beeni need to begin take me through the open doorwhere to go cannot conceivebut i know that i can’t stay herei need somebody to see . . .
the red follow pinkvoices and eyes trembling tell youof my stance, one last glanceon the brinkintellect flees its cellso long now,I'll swallow wholeor utter stillborn sentimentshe knows howfor she taught mebut could it b . . .
mixed up monthand too soon to be over me and youwith your sudden stop todaydriving the last of us awayand the girl in rearview triesi can only see her eyesshe's bracing for the crashand i wonder who's at faultas i'm scre . . .
driving nowheredriving fastand the days are fl ying pastmy momentum slows and i brake for the coming turncircle once around the blocktaking notice of the clockit turns out of time and in spite of my willskips a beat whil . . .
at the big blue summer noonfrom this tiny spacewindow parts the open heartwith quickened pacehow can this be?nothing can assurea section this small of the I endureshalf ell belle with plastic legs that are too longdress . . .
goodbye to what ifhello to neverso long to someday toojust dig a holeand put my coffin under how many timeshave i tried to sever?how long until i’m throughbut if i let goi know i’ll often wonderso never run . . .
this one i can beatthis one i’ll surviveif i could restwith meaning repletewhile hope is alive and thought suppressedand when i look outthe universe slingsa shooting stardon’t want to see doubti want to see . . .
reflecting in quiet places where you hauntthe unsuspectingyou’re almost everything i want you to beperfection undiluted foundbut as for mei can’t get my head around you at alli’m troubled i’ll . . .
side the lake and spokes go roundthis way make through rusty brownin a corner, in the shadowsand the sunlight makes the clouds glowjune one just meorbiting at apogeejune one to remindturn it over, over in timeat the end . . .
look ahead and see the place to meet meis only about halfwaybut fissures running up your face defeat meand echo the words i sayit's a stone I would throw after-but you're much too far awayand i'd be sure to missyou'll re . . .
you know it’s always difficult to tracethe subtle expression moving on your facethis side of you i haven’t ever seen beforeasking me if i ever want something morei dothere’s melody in everything you . . .
everyoneis pushing into meand now the sunis shining into morningi tryand remember your namei try,but it's never the samebuild it out a mile widehigh enough that you can hidemake it out of what might have beenyou say youà . . .
my friendthe flower taking flighton end of any open field alighttell me the shadows standing stillmiss me just say that you willa month in passing never noticed youa month of passing time in solitudewhile at the base of . . .
i’ll take the leadcatch me if you canone final lookwe’re never going back againcome on you can’t missfollow me and seeyou’re making thisharder than it has to beit’s in your eyesi canââ . . .
hey, so how does it go?your face doesn't showme whether or not you know.stop and back up againthis mess that youÿre in...is it over?i heard all about everythingi felt in the way.i heard all about everythingwill you be . . .
soon i'll have the nerveand give what you deservemaybe i'll be niceby grading on a curvebelated and complicatedand i know you won't feel the sametoo bad it had to come back this wayshe only knows godand has no other frie . . .
set it upburn it downand in vain the fires will erupt and surroundbut the pain inspireswarming hands by the heatthat i’m doomed to repeatagain and againbeneath the spreading flameunder the poison plumei always fee . . .
reaping the seeds i plantedthings that i always took for grantedi feel a little bit unstabletell me if i'm willing are you ableto come and help me out right now?if you do, i'm resolutei wonÿt back downbroken and i'm s . . .
inside a shape of equal sidesthat number threewith eyes inanereminding of this urgencyscalene so faruncertain of everyoneand by degrees,isosceles comesI know it came out from the insideI know places where you can hidetak . . .
intent on coming cleanunfolding with the sceneand on the paper waded and tossed on the floorshe idles by and countsthe days while pressure mountssick with regret and fearing all tomorrowdoors once open now are shutmaybe . . .
silhouetteonly your outer lineshape of my indecisionas of yetdetails are undefinedtrue to your definitioni doubtedseparated by some eclipsefound the right wordsbut they only died on my lipsthey always die on my lipssilho . . .
a simple song about anything but what I would normally sing aboutall smiles and a catchy tuneand pretty soon I'll forget I'm hereI know these things work outyou're weeping, I'm keeping these secrets all to myselfno need . . .
lifted limbs and digits cling to a cloak calledinnocent simplicity and a rag dolland thatÿs allyouÿre obliged to say whatevermore or less just saving faceafter all this time still in the same placewhat you take lig . . .
taken back by some other way‘till i’ve another onestill, it’s unnervingthis small force todaywhat can i sayi’m numboverhead the greatest moment has comebut has fl own to high to be of use to an . . .
falling, failing nowthey mass here at mid daysuch a quandary howI was with them so longagain, I was wrongyou're kneeling therewith furtive eyes on meand you sayturn your head, face the juryturn again, face your peerswe h . . .
talk in circles near incessantand effervesce here in our presencebubble up, bubble breaka burst of warm air rises and disappearswasted words a black hole finds thempull, pull me past event horizonround and round, nothing . . .
so different whenacross the lakeblue green eyed hourcaught us in the wakei hope she feels theway that i doi rippled when to me she spokeand rode the waveeven as it brokei'm riding stilli hope foreverthe sun will regret s . . .
it dawned on me that you are not ableto get up off the floorif up to me i would have brought this up beforebut only after can i see clearlythat things have gone amissif i had returned it would not have ended up like this . . .
medicine tounge and a heavy hand together made a fist they put me down and i do not rise and now as an old child I'll hand it down I'll hand it down then blow around see me blow around just like dirty paper I crossed my . . .
drink down what i want to beand ever from a glass that is half emptydown to my last dime, as suchand optimism costs too muchnow seeing double it seemsunder the influence of these dreamsthe outcome too early to tellbut it . . .
red eyed wonder why and howi thought you would've left by nowso these thoughts can expireso bow and reintroducewhat years labored to producethese habits make it hard to shake you loosebecause i don't know, i'm resistingb . . .
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