every moment stretching the glands
another sequence of events
we've expected a glance.
i am merely covering molded blue
with a variety of yellow
hoping you'd not notice the wrinkles
wasted opinion for the sake of noise
we hate to admit the facts
and rather dwell on idiocracies
our fading infatuations become valleys
valleys of cornmaze, stringed hands following
find the ending, the clearing, way out of difficulty
if only i didn't see you directly.
front and center, a week and a time
this timing is unforgivable
i see you far too often,
without the consent of my resolutions
a past and a hassle
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funny, i find i can relate to this more right now than last year when i wrote it.
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