Quiet observation

There’s no saving a sample of realization I was wrong. There is no handy card of symptoms you may be wrong. It has to come together naturally.  The river ways have to dry up and then flush with tear. Or some one else has to jigsaw their way into your confused rage. Sincerity doesn’t have a metaphor. It is just sincerity. And it tucks you good.

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