we were lost
we were lost it was not a dream this memory i had architected my perfect vacation she never came with us again it was too cold car ride was too…
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the microcosm of me
the microcosm of me if your father wants to help you let him i wish i could attribute this bit of wisdom i needed to hear as my father was…
losing resting recovering
losing resting recovering i am slipping not prepared for sheryl crow to come reconfigure my life no matter how thrilling it would be i'm good right now measuring the kingsize…