sometimes your statement is of a higher value than the price it cost
it seems odd to me; we buy others’ memories to replace our own
a poem a day that is the project; begun last year on this date
sometimes it isn’t what you have to offer, but how you offer it
if you’re not prepared even though the sky can’t lie it comes as a shock
even on a road in the middle of nowhere someone needs control
it would be handy having a way to measure when you’ve gone too far
in the deepest night we string bright colored lights to celebrate the dark
nothing says merry like a bright, glowing statue in the black of night
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