Friday, March 28, 2014
28 march
but the truth is if i had more time i would give it right to you without a second thought / bought and sold and rolled over the digits too frigid to spin in any other scene but here they mean more and i'd store up expressions the lessons to learn the projects that burn in the wings singing sweet for attention but dropping through dimensions in comparison the air we're in too thin for freeflow and too thick to let go although what is held onto is only from this angle a tangle of tries and errors the mirror's too far so i'll just make guesses - the tune's too guitar so why take lessons - turning in toward while wondering where to board and when to what the gut drawn out with a swift kick and remember it's disappointment but there is else plenny other shelves to draw into that space - no chase required, still a race inspired - let me see the curtain fall and i'll turn back my ticket but for now the play is still the swing not set but still let's go
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