It's Not That I've FallenThe pendulum swings in line with your hips and all i can hear is rain.It's Not That I've Fallen
I sway out of line and into a time kept silken, with musical lips.
This misfortune of falling in tune with my freedom (a solace i'd never request)
has been construed by those closest as likely ephemeral bliss.
Point of Clarification: I jumped.
Modulation in 8.5The earnest hope is that writingModulation in 8.5
will make me a better man. That you and I will be standing
on a summer day in the park. I will see you smile, imagine a pen slash she grinned crookedly and my response alright, yes as we watch white-suited marines march past and pinions washed in cold summer air.
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I seek knowledge of an ancient sort bristle-back, arched and quivering to marvel at, turn and repose the beauty of fact, and I'll hang it
on my face, smiling. Why, yes, I think I shall, the world will thank
Wooden Sisters
Devious Journal Entry
It'll be great to see you again.
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swallow color, whole
look with eyes open, wide
feel your way
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I support clean energy in NJ!
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