I know I'm not supposed to say and yet eerily manage it anyway all the things I wish I could how a thought will trap me demand of me: every emotion describe the transference transcribe the description put on a cup of coffee smoke em if they're handy...
ask me again, what it means this conversation so full of beans every night revised, I'll say something different survey the room make errant promises promote a clown take a sabbatical almost fall down say something classical promptly forget what I said say it to no one...
yet, you always remember make me write it down tune a regret into the deeper sound and then, I ask you again who's hosting who? and you smile like memories have never had to cry.
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