Sighday.

In love or very enchanted?

Yonder offers untrue. Belief rests in everyone.

How pathetic I am…

You pluck my strings like Watkins’ solo.

Unreasonably, yet perfectly so.

What’s a junk pile jukebox to do?

Car rides and lines notwithstanding (sitting),

Not able to hear over the silence.

Over now, continue on.

Who’s fooling themselves?

Not this Maurice.

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