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it doesn’t have to mean anything more than a crumpled up dollar bill in an open guitar case i hope one day i’ll learn to keep my head down to keep walking instead of getting stuck in front of windows it feels like i’m loitering in the parking lot of everyone else’s lives a heap of squeezed ginger ale cans and candy bar wrappers crowding my bare feet i guess eventually i’ll have to leave and find out things always look better through a side mirror i glance back and see the orange trees in the median a runner almost getting hit by a left-hand turn i’m so glad i didn’t have to watch her die instead i watch two college students nervously laugh shifting their weight from one foot to the other beside the crosswalk button and i sigh a little they are on one side of the glass and i am on the other i seem to miss the things i made sure would never happen to me tuck myself into bed buzzing with the engine of a snow-covered train, a reckless ellipses it is comforting to want what i cannot have
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 8:38 AM UTC
anna karenina
it doesn’t have to mean anything more than a crumpled up dollar bill in an open guitar case i hope one day i’ll learn to keep my head down to keep walking instead of getting stuck in front of windows it feels like i’m loitering in the parking lot of everyone else’s lives a heap of squeezed ginger ale cans and candy bar wrappers crowding my bare feet i guess eventually i’ll have to leave and find out things always look better through a side mirror i glance back and see the orange trees in the median a runner almost getting hit by a left-hand turn i’m so glad i didn’t have to watch her die instead i watch two college students nervously laugh shifting their weight from one foot to the other beside the crosswalk button and i sigh a little they are on one side of the glass and i am on the other i seem to miss the things i made sure would never happen to me tuck myself into bed buzzing with the engine of a snow-covered train, a reckless ellipses it is comforting to want what i cannot have
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 8:38 AM UTC
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