to think this much
about not a lot
i don't know what to say
i binged on butterflies again
they swarmed up to my brain
my thoughts like a plague,
there are bats in my ribcage
i feel some heat then
back to sunny yet snow covered streets
trudging my way back,
glance down your alley
and onward,
her sentiments echo mine
more eloquent and in better time
sorry i'm boring, but the snow is high
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