Dec 6, 2017
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But I know a horse by his harness.”
Yes there is more than one true love.
Yes but how devastating to be forced to know a second!
“Baby, shh, my regrets look like you.”
“You may know what a baby means
But I know a horse by his harness.”
I downed my juice and walked home
By that one tree that incorporates the fence.
You said, “You made me do this.”
“I wish I had so I could stop.”
I wish you would sit next to me.
You have a chance and so does everybody
To value this, that though yours if you want to
I stood up too quickly to think of now.
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December 06, 2017
