where does one start except that i wish to be done with the beginning
and then i will know how to become paper dots for the ending
why does the morning trickle trickle down into the pinhole camera of afternoon frostbite
leaving me gripping the sides of the buildings waiting for the cracks in the ceiling to notice
i miss am missed amiss and this this has been screaming underfoot to tread on watched asphalt stones
slithering clear blue skies cowering inside those clouds you too dim to taste thinly spread like honeyjam
over our whole wheat throw hands; ah ah achoo the winter is coming full force full for the only listened thrice
one for the ones who least expect
two for the ones that luck has hastened
three for the ones with a smile and a kick for the rest...
and then i will know how to become paper dots for the ending
why does the morning trickle trickle down into the pinhole camera of afternoon frostbite
leaving me gripping the sides of the buildings waiting for the cracks in the ceiling to notice
i miss am missed amiss and this this has been screaming underfoot to tread on watched asphalt stones
slithering clear blue skies cowering inside those clouds you too dim to taste thinly spread like honeyjam
over our whole wheat throw hands; ah ah achoo the winter is coming full force full for the only listened thrice
one for the ones who least expect
two for the ones that luck has hastened
three for the ones with a smile and a kick for the rest...
posted by look closer; at 6:03:00 PM
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it only comes in half sheets and meoter storms crossing skies, crossing eyes, crossing fingers that this month will be better than the last..
longer that the first breath hello
and if i wished upon it would it still wake upon it, would the message return to sender, or
make purchase amoungst the line drives and hulloa ehs..
be well mr. mysteriouso, for these socks have holes and these eyes have halos and mirrors have reflection counted in tens...
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