May 17, 2025
More in trying to apologize my 12,088th sunset
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i don't think lowell noticed that you aren't here today
the red bricks of the Boott sang 70's rock as they caught the odd-God rays that skirted the heavy wet gray clouds demanding tribute for tomorrow's spring snowstorm
yet, I thought of you almost every moment since i woke up without a heart
i thought, maybe yours is big enough to share
but, that isn't the beating you'd inflict on me when you're angry.
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