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

I these dreams when I'm asleep, black and velvety.
I can remember dreams.
I wish I could remember things, I 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 need you, am I wasting all of my time?
All of the I keep turn evergreen
as I wait for you, the world pass me by.

I found you sitting 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 skin again and I remember anything.

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

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