blather
when_i'm_in_pieces
am i killing time or is time killing me? litanies of frustration and annoyance cracking at my foundation

wrecking balls disguised as pendulums

the ticking of the clock is the sound of thunder
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Syrope i imagine i must be so much easier to sort through 040928
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In_Bloom It's dangerous.
I go to the places that hurt me most.
Peering into a second bedroom.
Looking out the window of where so much love was made.
Crying into a pillow stained over the years.
Recalling a nightime swim under stars.
Listening to a voice that promised me my heart's desires.
Looking up into lighted windows where someone else lay where I thought I should.
I'm in all those old places at once and at high speed.
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oren don't try_to sweep me up. 100522