one can only hope!
things unchanged, arranged as they've always been, clutter in the gutter of my overdosed heart. something like a smile connects me to the holy mile, overreaching into valleys where the sun will never shine. i could say a million words about the oceans and the birds - or i could even let you go without a fight; but the timid part of me just flails
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