Blessings
(Indisponível)
sympathies race to and front, and towards the backs of our red eyes
but never reaching forward or at all to reach some point of apology
we always seem to drop two in (it used to be none)
i guess we've lost the tongues for these things
either way, i'll end up driving by again
this direction is mine to define: not your to rationalize
bad skin is always the destiny of dusty-kneed, dirty- mouthed boys
i'm sunk. really, there is another boy
my nerves are taxed and you're always so very clever
anchored ankle deep in snow and waiting for the lights to go on in your room
navel gazer lifts his eyes finally to form a full length mirror
watching the sun set east to west: i like you best
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