the circles.
of imagination.
or mood.
so you say.
i don't really think you get.
yourself.
or me. for that matter.
tough days.
steamy fog.
oh lovely.
how predictable.
i dont think so.
pitch in with the authoritative hand.
speak your mind.
and stand the ground.
its wonder.
and joy.
and spontaneity.
i will not be asked back.
and that is okay.
your a little flirtatious this evening.
how refreshing.
to see you alive.
and not so bogged.
you've seemingly given up everything.
that you once dreamed of.
but i guess you found something worth it.
i dont know if i would be comfortable there.
but i'm happy for you.
if your happy.
i don't know why i listen to you.
its clearly not good for me.
to hear what you have to say.
i don't care to question.
constantly...anyway.
a little while longer.
home is becoming scarce.
i will miss bernard.
and his laugh.
and all his irreverence.
i saw a guy at marble slab that looked like you.
and i missed you already.
thanks for the end of the season.
it certainly was entertaining.
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