nowhere else to go with that, really
closing the door on a YES
a please
maybe i'm
only forward
worn out wringing words, long-since diced and hung for the sun to forget
the time when / you always / we never
bucket full of whynot
good for you
good for you
static for the fallen
black and white and mostly gray
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