savor the silence and stroke my back
sing to me softly of secrets and the stories lost between the cracks
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right as rain
the city called me so i came
it isn’t mine to question what it said
i sleep until the point when i’m awake
i walk until there’s nothing left to trek
it isn’t mine to question what it said
i sleep until the point when i’m awake
i walk until there’s nothing left to trek
~ Monday, September 19 ~
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