In the attic
I know the weather looks dicey. I don't mind. I'll trek all across the country and travel light. My car and i won't break down or quit. A wavy line on a notebook. A golden one.
"Leaving is such a cinch"
I sense this itch to travel sometimes
No word was ever misspelled. So much for signs. The stakes are too high in being what I am. It's driven a wedge between me and my self. The essence of nice music and knots. Man is wallowing in his need for power. A betrayer of his people. Who cares?
My song itself has a nice design, don't you think?
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