Sacrosanct juncture; to me there are empty spaces, should be free places. He said, he wants, he waits for the nod. Which nod do I give today? Once given my pink heart stands naked in the crossfire for any one of them to whet their appetite. I'll stay at the cross roads and pour myself a drink. Now isn't as bad as they say.
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Rambling across thoughts,
mindless thinking.
Sit and remember the details.
Make them stick
so they matter.
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Different shapes of resistance
funneling toward futility.