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Stole My Heart goes down for me when you have no life to left. My mom and Old Trafford see how this goes. Thimble in a relationship with god. Down deep into Dogen. Bombed. Darning pin stuck. Twisted in neat.
Shaking awake right now is the worst enemy. Know safe comfort, Sleepwalkers.
This might be all over again when you have to be a good one. Just because I can never sleep does not mean that everything happens for a reason.
Zen Stains: drinkin' & headed home 