Your hope echos
all one
she could have never seen the hunger
of the
the ways of the road could have seeped in,
but there
the quickness of Friday evenings
stopped in
Where was my head
in the
How could it have happened
Everything was
The places
six months
all of the things could not have lead us to other places, these place are the ones that we want to be in.
Hot spring
all of the time, all of the Mexican restaurants, all of the sand dunes, all of the running
restraint restrain
none of the music
stop forward
all of the dancing
some crying
all good
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