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If I'm going to feel like this I'll do it right, god dammit so I listen to sad men singing sad songs, and wander picturesque out into the night heart-heavy for no reason at all the sky is low and the air is thinking about autumn and even above headphones the crickets resound oh, you know the world is big and the universe unfathomable and so much of it I don't care for at all but this bit sleeping ringed with trees an impromptu fugue like a warm hand on the small of my back. |
i long for that warm hand. there and on the top of my head, to assure me that i have done my best.| Posted on 2018-09-11 00:00:00 | by MyPeriodical | [ Reply to This ] | |