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a passing afternoon here
i dreamt i was
an architect of the new year.

it's
just pretend.

shine a light
into dust.
are you alright?

so skinny love stay
in the shade.

only four winds
know how you
are my joy.

say yes,
desire:
the past and
pending.

i will wait
on an angel.

on your way, can you
black out the reason
gravity rides
everything?

once i'm
around the block
it's okay to think
about ending

the good times
kill me, make me
notice tiny vessels,

the neverending math
equation
between bars.