flowing but repetitive line drawn spells put many mistakes
to rest
I wonder if wandering like I do
will make that same sense
that you do
you make sense and fill thought
and therefore are
sandpapered
to
a
taxi stand
under the
side of the
road
we are roasting in our own sadness and you are you and
I can't finish
but it's always the
why oh you
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