stop making sense. silence as the answer found in song. its either way and two waged. fevered flood of memories. first watch at last chance. the flickering is omnipitent, fleeting grasps at or of any. almost always. rather a silky slow flood. knee deep in hipped waders picking, choosin, picking choosin. again and a cousin. the neighbors neighborhood. everyones discussing taxes at a quarter to one. two steps and sideways is the name of the game. locked up with time passing and a very mister merry more moments and an allowed handful of life.
the word pushed meshed with purpose, begin again. a bag of bones. something long about longitude and latin roots. another day spent. spent change. changed uno mas.
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