There was a time when this was all new
and we had all the time in the world.
I wish you would hurry.
Words return when the bar opens again for the fall season. The bartender plays that song and you want to go home. I have only the Word and it has to carry me to the ends of the earth. There is no other way.
I know what you smell like
in the morning
It's over.
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