I drink rainwater with my coffee, catching a molecule by surprise. The sky stretches like a telephone wire, each cloud a twist in the cord of a purple-pink sunrise. My right heel clicks on the damp p
Ever shifting, ever moving When I finally feel I know what to do My life upends and it’s not so soothing To be real with You and with myself When I finally think I’ve “made it” You show me the opposit
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