poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore and i'm young & i'm strong but i feel old & tired overfired and i've been poked & stoked it's all smoke, there's no more fire only desire for you, whoever you are for you, whoever you are you say my time here has been some sort of joke that i've been messing around some sort of incubating period for
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~Brother
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i'm good this week. the apartment isn't finalized yet... we're hoping to hear from him today.
jen and i watched some of the patriots game last night on a movie theater screen (it was free and we were waiting for our food to be ready:)
love you too
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