forever, the lucky white lies
inside a neverending day
there are nervous words
for most of this
inside a neverending day
there are nervous words
for most of this
I hear you saved me a plate
and become an avalanche
crashing with applause
my mouth a riot
praying for the day to soften
nursing its rotten return--
what might not happen
after I reread this
what might not happen
after I reread this
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