There’s things you can expect and patterns are math
Conversation across a room, scene setting
Or how the brain just locks up all four sometimes
Some when and you’ll see me
Some who dead set and dead in your sites
Why is where you’ll find the colorblindness but nobody is waiting for a decision
Sweet and salt come together and we’re sloughing off flesh in hunks
One more time one more depth
Like radius says to perimeter you scale these steps one last time
February 8, 2019
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