Oh lord. i sit and sit on my narrow brick stoop at night and watch the cars go by and think up storms that are all just gone with the wind. i laugh at my wit as it hits me but it’s as evasive as it has always been when i want to make it public and "permanent", and falling asleep is so much easier. it’s somewhere lingering still, but i can’t quite
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