i feel war is beating on your thigh, your knuckles, the walls of your room. i searched your job description on the internet, found death and crying children waitlisted for attention by unique expressions of devastation. i am in a coffee shop now, i am crying in a coffee shop right now
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how about you?
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i believe in you. and your love. and your ability to spit up the piano tune from the rubble. hope is never "just hope" and where you put your feet a billion miles away.....what i mean to say is-butterflies and hurricanes.
know that my heart is with you at all times for all time. and i believe in what is good "Swerving at you like a mad compass"
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