Keep it in,
roll it over like a paint spool,
to the back of your tongue,
and let it go down like we did with Mary Poppins,
Tuesday nights were different then,
full of promise,
and not the backwash of an empty promise,
or an empty skyline for that matter,
we were hollowed out,
through and through,
and I wanted to do something about that,
but then again,
I just wanted to keep running,
and keep my lungs afloat
I knew you would understand
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