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My Apologies (in advance) i know as warm as the suns of the west the harm was nothing more it seems to find the right moments in the wrong people (i’m sorry i swear it) She thinks She’s negligent—and i know i can be… and, by the way, this message is for you, the artistry you have given me—eternal “thank yous” was it “thus far?” yes, you meant well, and you’re a dear. i couldn’t have asked for better! and, yes, i’ll listen to my back curse the uphills while the million-things-on-my-mind race past you, I could kill to have that slow! andtheykillandtheykill and I don’t know how to sleep anymore unless you tell me… and damn the Muse that splits my skin! i’d livened the bait—thought i’d been clever and learned that i was the fool this time (that i jumped the gun and thought it wise!) still—this ain’t the worst, but it ain’t the end… and i’ll remain contrite just the same (but i think that as long as you tell me how to sleep—and you know you’re the cause—i’ll end up yours, make no mistake) |
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