she has it in for me and love-starved
it's a strainer, coffee only please
magic numbers on the digital clock
neon-like and weak in the dark
it's estranged, you shouldn't do it like this
impatience is the root of all human error
it rings so true, in every action and every decision i have ever made in haste
if i had just waited, stopped to think, made a little more room.
i want a deeper conversation.
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