Has she been feigning sleeping?

Digits dial digits, dial tone, monotone, has she been feigning sleeping, framing sheep all alone?
Gates are calling airplanes, clocks are divorcing ticks. Before I left, I thought I'd see you, didn't show, you didn't show, didn't message, didn't call, didn't know, don't you know I'm a liar too? That's why I think I understand you.
I can hear you now, with my ear pressed to the paint. Your playing that cassette tape you made for me to take to iowa. Now I'm back up in that moment, playing it on a yard sale casio.
Does he sing to you as the world, much better, as the world would say? I hear him laughing, but I prefer to this to the silence. When your lips are sealed against is, and he fills your thighs with kisses, and for instance, he's clawing your fat and pushing breaths into the mattress.
Youl love a good many men, mhm, and loving me won't stop any of them. Like adam, we are flawed, in the image of oz, like our fathers, who never bothered consider they were not the only ones. Faith- ooh, faith is the way to believe the lies that we need, ooh. Then to be faithful is to be truthless, but that's more then I need to say, so just don't run off and get married and ill surely be okay. Cause I love you. Youl love a good many moons. I gotta go now, pack my suitcase, glad your okay, and I love you, happy birthday, see you in sixteen days.



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