It has started to feel the time to cross limbs and resolve the problems of a generation they say that it needs to change and I would but it keeps snowing everyday, just keeps snowing anyways, just keeps snowing everyday, just keeps
Ready to concede, the clipping of the wings that let them fly, they were so tired.
Then she could see it was easy to deceive them for a while, it made her smile.
In fear of upsetting mood, just wait, suddenly a move; mistake. The distance grows. The distance grows.
Looking for a throat to clear, a custom of this time of year. I can proselytize slip under my tongue. Wait for it to disappear.
Stretching eyelids till you’re done, saying I’ve done nothing wrong, you can check my eyes it’s under my tongue, try to spit until its gone.
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