

the passers bythe passers bythe passers by
seconds in the door and my heart is rushing more and more two minutes before, i closed my car door after we said "i love you" at the same starting line
now here we are... an avalanche of warmth growing more and more as the mountain shrinks watching our fears run off like rain in the bottom of the valley where they dissolved into something far beyond luck
and now the same hands that drew the lines on your skin built a house where we can leave the windows open so the passers by will hear to tell the world that we're doing jus


resonate for agessome of us have the most perfect flaunting teeth with a wardrobe of a thousand faces teeming beneath their skin so perfect and a body set to scale and a mind so young and oh so frailresonate for ages
and in the trials they endure they often find themselves emplored to explore to find which faces fit and which words hit with the hardest knuckles upon the softest skin
but some of us claim nothing for show selfless and bright from head to toe dressed in modesty and cheap clothes taking it all in staring straight out the window entirely content that no one will know


Tethered When Bornpin pricked finger tips count the times i wish i kept a thimble by my bed atop the memory of that day that i'll always dread with a needle, and spools of thread accompanied by an insomiac's cloudy headTethered When Born
tradgedy only evokes a sympathy so glorifying and the ride there is sometimes quite horrifying but the destination is so brisk and pure like a warm wind through an open window sweeping across our old patio floor where i spent childhood days watching rain pour over the louvres where the cement is whethered and torn where some of our our greatest fear
I really appreciate it. You have some great work here.
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What if we could?
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Much less than three.
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Much less than three.
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Much less than three.
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"Keep talking. I'll jump in when I get a clue what the hell you're talking about."
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