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Here with heavy hands. The girl looks and stares,this is a first timeseeing her this wayall quietly defeated. I know she’s begging to ask,are you going to jumpstart things?Unlike, the time lasther fiery eyeshave been all but extinguished. Make no mistake,even in this current conditionthe girl commands my attention. For I know,unlike no one elsethere…

The girl with the broken smile,I must admitI’ve not seen herquite like thisall broken inside. We could start over,I promise in factthat today and each day after this,if you wish,we’ll find a pieceand glue it back. It may take a centuryor even longerto fully restore that beautiful smile. I swear I don’t mindunless you decidethat…

The first of the four stormshas come alive becausea single cloud layer,advances,taking away any doubtwe’re all about to be flooded. The prediction of coursehas always been,an absolute downpourwith no relief in sight. Grace plays her part,wearing her tiny outfitsforecasting on live tv. I can’t help but take noticethat this time, she’s probably right,we have something…

I’ll wait until tomorrow,to slip in bed,and begin to dream with you. Maybe even thenit will be too muchthe weight of dreamingalongside my electrical wirecomes with a price. It’s dangerous nowgetting all caught upwhen a spark could leadto an infernowe keep hidden away. I’m not exactly surejust how much loveI’m willing to spendespecially nowthe nights…

Those adolescentboyhood desires have truly never leftand even afterall these yearsit makes things hardto see certain things. Teenage boyhood charmsthe dark and heavyillustrations and moviesshow us that other sidebarely being covered up. To our twenties,still unsure how to explorethe strange odd logicof where we fit in life. Resigned to starting a familythose thirties were kindthe…