there will come a day

the words are falling back into my mouth worlds dangle int he balance of this here and now this with everything this now has anything we try so humbly to know try so hard to feel to be more than we are more than we were at least most of us do and maybe one fine summer day when it's too hot to breathe we might succeed.

2004-06-26 | 4:31 p.m.
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