The battle rests.
And I cover my face with both hands and I laugh
and I laugh
and I laugh.
I'm soaking it up. The disappointment, the stupid-parade. So I let the tune carry me away... please G-d, find someone who... the silky harmonies enwrap my now cold shoulders, and the deep pit inside my chest feels pricked. And I bow my head forward, and then bring it up, and my eyes look straight ahead
at this screen
at these words, as they're coming up letter by l e t t e r
and theletterscomeatmequickly so I defer this composition.
I defer it until tomorrow.
I defer it all until this utter hilarity allows me to cry
until then
crylaugh nightday
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see you tomorrow then
good night moon
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