I am draftless you are drifting. they are stagnant we are missing. what difference does it make? why the defiance to take... on me? a synapse. a second. (a certain sadness). each Moment is becoming a better place to: just Be. as long as i continue to persuade the present regardless of current company... (tip-toeing around like this is broken ground.) i will take off--flying Obedient only to Sound (though mostly broken beats, harps and strings). and it will only hurt as much as the past still stings. and I will remember you better by the words you didn’t sing.
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