You seemed like such a strait-laced girl,
So timid and shy,
Telling
It's all been figured out,
What this is all about,
Your words
Well here comes the cavalry in these crazy, crazy times,
To
I look great!
I punctured through the gate!
Today is fine!
I’m done!
I
There’s no story any more, we just get overloaded,
This alphabet
I used to pray I could turn back the stopwatch
Don’t feel bad.
The fortunes that we never had,
Are bound to
This conversation makes me smart,
I’m so alone since we
Is this where I'll be sitting,
For the next thirty-five
Empty and barren and wounded and aching,
And hurting and hollow,
Well I’ve done a lot of searching,
On the outside and
Something I once saw plays on my mind,
That was something
Mid-afternoon, 3pm,
The cider-drinker’s requiem,
These tickets I hold represen
Timeless kindness.
Unspoiled resting keeps the demon from the door.
The
Who was Johnny? Where is he now?
A gift stolen
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