it could've been anyone, really.
i spent the entire time pushing out the water and writing amazing poetry in my head.
"this factory doesn't stop for feeling"
all the poetry i write is perfect always.
i went to bonnaroo and it was amazing. i mean aMaZiNg
its something i keep unintentionally. keep us in right? i keep in hopes that someone will crawl along this beaded strand and feel the same way.
my brain responds to the power plant or the bug-zapping light.
words never come easily, though. all i do is feel.
THIS COULD NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN
or this. this could.
"but she will come down
she already has"
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