why do you do this to me. i'm beyond not knowing anything anymore...telling the truth: half of this takes too long to do, maybe this whole thing is wrong. in the midst of feeling my most honest i can tell a lie. i can wait.
The word gets louder every reverberation calls out to be something more. (flame.) the tea kettle screams. a baby
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time was created by man, with that same wind the hours become sand, the mind the hourglass one in the same
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