turning the page rearranges changes from the topdown the merry-go-round of heartache mistakes for a toothbrush in the dumb rush of self-improvement like the truth meant to go free but unbelieving in escape remade into an accidental martyr of romance and vegetable matters -- the scattered recollections of a once and future sweeper-up --
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