cheers!
here's to losing hope:
we'll probably never
be together...fuck time!
"but time always fucks
you." true. but can't i wish
otherwise, i might have to
wait for heartbreak
so, connections don't have to,
can't, last over distance?
maybe i shouldn't have thrown
that penny into that pool
should have known i'd
find it wet in my pocket
later. cheers! to putting
the fun back in futility!
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well I have a whole satchel of wet change eventually I will have enough to cash it in for a loaf of bread. Something to feed the love hungry. I take distance and, that forsaken thing we refer to as time, is once again reaping havoc.
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