The thing about pencils
Cliff edges
All the painted ceilings of all the painted chapels
Two people holding hands
Hillsides and patches of clover
Family friends
A sweatshirt just before it's past its prime
That thing you recently lost
Ring sizes
Baby just about anything
An ache between your shoulder blades
Nowhere fur, nowhere sharp objects
It's a whole n'other century
And it feels all right
July 31, 2017
July 30, 2017
What Scratches Scratches Dirt
What scratches scratches dirt
What tears stings and flows
What forges forgets
There will always be walls to build
What tears stings and flows
What forges forgets
There will always be walls to build
July 23, 2017
Trip Wires Are for Tripping
Day becomes night
And we trade handshakes for hugs
Grade A everything
Bank holidays and brake jobs
Forever forever
Frank exchanges
Current corrective currency
Situational, counter-factual, conviction
I don't do eye-spots
And we pick it up again
Grating, greater, groundswelled
The edge of an ocean
All the things you think about the moon
And here we are, going back and forth and back back and forth
And we trade handshakes for hugs
Grade A everything
Bank holidays and brake jobs
Forever forever
Frank exchanges
Current corrective currency
Situational, counter-factual, conviction
I don't do eye-spots
And we pick it up again
Grating, greater, groundswelled
The edge of an ocean
All the things you think about the moon
And here we are, going back and forth and back back and forth
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