Bitter nights where cold wind blows on my gentle nose, toothless fights wrapped up in our bitter flight. Cancerous convictions bent at the hip and clicking like hicks sucking down swine. North we go, farther up the road we know.
Apologies all around, my apologies are thrown on the ground and whispering secrets to the soil and returned with cold dirt and a false sense of security.
Keeping up with good thoughts and creating serene scenes for our automobiles to accidentally collide with trees that are only desperate widowed willows shuffling to your bedroom window.
Apologies to the ground and I know I'm only lying to myself when no one is around.
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