Time moves slowly, move slowly with me.
It turns only, turns solely for me.
We were once so studly, environmental Chels.
I can’t believe my little sister is 20.
I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.
And by that I mean miles and Chelsea snugs. Because she sends me pictures of her computer screen. High rez.
My horse had worked the fields too long
My bear had lost its innate calm
It’s true enough we’re not at peace
But peace is never what it seems
How come you never go there?
Matt held my baby goat in his bare hands.
With a penchant for dark beer and fresh produce, I will make my home here.
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