the setting sun drags the stars behind to keep watch and standing silently on rooftops talking to yourself expressing a string of words that comes out in a jumble leaving a pile at your feet. most times i am not right, but just tell me i am. the only thing I can blame you for is the smile on my face. words are supposed to be my life but most times
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