i was lying on my back with shirt soaked to skin staring at the darkened sky, waiting for a shooting star or just a satellite to wish upon, i sought such uneven whims when it occurred to me then that this is no way to recover or replace, i’m just withering away. what i saw as a bird and read as a sign turned to be only an angry wind, i could not
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yr words flow nicely-
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