every other day, 

we ride up and down

easter sunday comes

in the armory 

perhaps people are

think of me but don’t

think of me but don’t
ever let me know that you
think of me, it’s a

simple enough equation that
solves for every variable
.
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the last sunset of 

the things you skip and

perhaps the longest

hello, i love you,

hello, i love you,
where can i rest my sorrow?

is the new refrain

whispered across dimly lit
rooms, beating between heartbeats
.
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