20160916_053609I can hear the crumbling of the paper
Where once it was a silent fusration
Words are just not the same as they once were,even that has me waiting in line for the next # to be called,maybe it’s just time to do the dance,to fill the desire of a once word,how did I get caught
In the one thing I did not want,was to become more than just acquaintances with the darkness and being comfortable while lying in bed

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