clouds of steam drifting up from the modest roof tops warmth escaping from the body of the city speaking of relatives that have passed living with in the walls that hold the stories of their lives productively cleaning to keep your self busy making messes to feel useful for the happiness of others worn to a point self inflicting puncture wounds hard to seal and treat thinking aloud to my self attempting to make every consideration concerning impressing my imbalanced nature upon your well rehearsed existence decades pass unexpected letters delivered pronouncing intentions you once had concerning today what was then a different future applying yesterdays dreams to the reality of here and now
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