'The wind blew warm in my face, ...the anchor dragging behind'. It was the op-shop made of your tears. You were a mess looking for a wedding dress. I was a rock, I was the meaning of time, I had to re-invent the universe before sundown. I woke up, it was 5am, I was alone and stupid in my idiot bed.
Oh well. Keep walkin'.
K.
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