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You hold onto places that I haven't even discovered and I'm sketching age lines along my forearms hoping to guide you to my lips. Age lines that crack and that falter from all the pressure of having to remain. I need your map. Even if its tucked in your little head and your only instrument is a sundial, I'm sure I could discover more just by knocking.
I explore only what I know. A far cry from being younger and just bashing my head into cubby holes to see where they led. I'm an archaeologist of nowhere these days, but you are still exploring. I'll buy your book and live through your punctuation and I think I'll be fine doing so.
I explore only what I know. A far cry from being younger and just bashing my head into cubby holes to see where they led. I'm an archaeologist of nowhere these days, but you are still exploring. I'll buy your book and live through your punctuation and I think I'll be fine doing so.