it's 4am and it's singing to the dark
it's 11pm and it's shiny waxy vinyl
it's 3am and it's mending thru fog
it's 1am and it's fingers spiraling thru hair
it's 11am and it's longing. already.
it's 2am and it's lost hands and it's closed eyes
it's 5am and it's dawn tumbling round its bend
it's 7pm and it's a smile, it's a laugh
it's not being able to say enough
it's worrying about saying too much
it's time stretching out like a bow to play two notes together
quiet
subtle
quaking
piercing
tremulous
hushed
and returning
the catch of a cresting breath
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i like this sir. i'm worried it's about you and me. but beyond that i like it. and i like the new banner for rooms without doors.
so many things make me lolz. i must seem like a lunatic.
why would anyone worry? and yes... you Are a loony.
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