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Everyday I wake to the plot device written on my spine.
But with rack torture, I turn the and find my peace of mind.

I have these when I'm asleep, black and velvety.
I can remember dreams.
I wish I remember things, I can't remember anything.

Secrets the size of cemetery walls- some days I get outside at all.
We are we eat- and I am my word and you are nothing at all.

If I could count the ways I you, am I just wasting all of my time?
All of the I keep turn evergreen
as I for you, the world will pass me by.

I found you lotus under starry-skies
You'd painted eyes on red as Hester Prynne.
I you cut your hair short and the bobby-pins beneath my twin accrue.

It to be fun. It used to be kind.
I'm in ill-fit shedded again and I can't remember anything.

All love lives on in all of the sad songs,
kitchen-hymns, your throat's raw
I am set adrift.
I've grown in every kiss.
The antithesis of is waiting.
all of the pictures of the people you miss
That impatiently in place of the ones we see in every dream
That came like the rain, and left like over Magpies.

[We were wasting our time nights spent and wasted.]