The sunrise, the sunsets
you're hopeful, then you regret
the circle never breaks
with the sunrise and a sunset
there's a change of heart or address
is there nothing that remains?
Enveloped in sickness. Or perhaps I am enshrouded in it. Maybe both? Words are fun. I have had way too much DayQuil this morning.
Guess who has two Ben Folds tickets...
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