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everyday's an endless stream of cigarettes and magazines
There must be a long-ass German word For when you’ve destroyed something good
On Grief and Trees: A Saturday Afternoon Freewrite
The birds they sang at the break of day, "start again," I heard them say.
Monday AM frustrated freewrite.
Letting my paid subscribers in on a little secret...
Park that car, drop that phone (dream about me)
You called and then you missed my birthday; You've gone and left me on my own
It'll all get better with time
April/August and everything after
Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind?