you get used to the colors glowing
refined sweetness of seasons here
we go walking or not pop Advil or
hope for the MRI to show nothing
rest and bubble bath can't repair i
guess you'd come if you had lived
I had to go all the way to Paris to
get over it among the talk radios
felt stupid not to know what they
were talking about time for home
or another pastry powers the rest
better parents let children decide
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