

You Always Do Too MuchYou Always Do Too MuchYou Always Do Too Much
You always do too much. at Octobers closing stages, eyes to the sky. my loyal faults, leaving the porch light dim, I hope you will see, and come back home, to turn it off
Cruelty is my defense against perfection youd smile in delicacy. as Id wildly pitch my dirty laundry shout so loud, the neighbors ears would ring
the watch hands smacking my wrist as you wheel into the driveway. times always sharp, safely fenced in the peeling white pickets. but my insults, barbed.
Im sorry I tore I you dow


Below the MountainBelow the mountain, Below the valleyBelow the Mountain
And under the roof, on top of my shoulders I am nervous, because towns away from, shoulders are getting cold. Brutus killed Julius Caesar with a dagger to the chest. You called me, and the static gave you away. I knew what you were going to say before you said it, And it killed me. I sat in silence, on a June evening, with little tears freckled on my desk. With finals rearing around into the home stretch, I typed so reluctantly Defending a character honors who withstood half-hearted essays by the thousands And this one would be no dif
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