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

I have dreams when I'm asleep, black and velvety.
I never can dreams.
I I could remember things, I can't remember anything.

Secrets the of cemetery walls- some days I can't 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 need you, am I just wasting all of my
All of the crowns I turn evergreen
as I wait for you, the will pass me by.

I found you lotus under starry-skies
You'd eyes on palms red as Hester Prynne.
I watched you cut 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 skin again and I remember anything.

All young lives on in all of the sad songs,
drunken kitchen-hymns, your raw
I am set adrift.
grown disinterested in every kiss.
The antithesis of is waiting.
Like all of the of the people you miss
That hang impatiently in of the ones we see in every dream
That came like the rain, and like daylight over Magpies.

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