- When the scaffolding chips away,
- When the songs no longer fit the circumstances,
- When the texts take too long to return,
- When the morning surf is the main highlight— the solitariness of it
- When the berries seem crisp but smash inbetween fingertips
- When everything fades to black
- No origin
- No savings left.
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