High-pitched voices
Wolves in the oven
Dynamite longing
Come along with me
before you forget
Give me a leaf
Blue sky slept the day away
as usual
Revolving door black back and forth
A hot dog bun in the restroom
of a Lutheran church
Teacup running on a dark road,
running alone.
Symmetry is hard to spell
Not sure what to say to broken hearts
Time’s
up
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