not quite yet (nocturne)

seaside, scarlet traces

nicknames my not.yet.wife will call me
do not exist yet.

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Martha was the last to run her hands through my hair. it's natural when she does it, i barely take notice. only today, three weeks later, i missed it suddenly and unforgettably. We looked at each other, there's just no where to go home to she said. It's the first true thing I'd heard in months.

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the day slowly slowly
does
itself
in.

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everything i might be,
i might be.

(sooner or
never.

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also:
dear world,
dear night:

a song is sung too slow for other ears to notice:

mein favorite
borderies
SYTYCD

somewhere a song no one could hear will end,
____(or i think that's what she said