.Blur the days together postcards spread across my legs. Books and bottles on the floor. Brown fields in my view, through the dirty window, leaving me in-between cities. Bite my nails between notes and this blue pen. New respect for all the simple things. Hours turn into wasted days, strings cut my f.
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