i feel like a stranger wand'ring 'round in my very own very small pretty how towne. and the church bells are ringing unfamiliar peal and nothing is real. no nothing's this real. and it sounds like a summer day down by the lake when breezes trick and tell us we've made a mistake and this thing is an ocean and we are surrounded. and i think i've found it. no. i havent found it. like mornings make tired eyes appear and like night makes them clear and night makes them clear you, my dear, draw these words. and like a clean car calls the rain and dry cheeks call to pain your back here again.in my head again, you soft-sing.
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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