I found an old picture of me.
It’s all blurred.
It feels like a bullet in my leg. Like in
Who the hell is Harvey Liston? And why won't anybody
There are so many question marks that won't erase. Only
I thought it wasn't enough just to say you are.
When I was a boy, riding my bicycle, I thought
Today the sun will show but it’s getting cold, ruining
Who knew I wouldn’t get to swim at all?
Life in a haze. In a number of ways.
As
Spending time with you... memories powder blue. All the black
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