07. Two Cups of Coffee and an Hour On The Cycle Bike.

I've abandoned your proposal
A wickedness that speaks with winds
Untied hands
And no spirit yet to grip,
My heart has moved,
And lest,
The ties that bind are still bound by blood
As never sold souls walk endlessly at diamond crossroads
Kneeling in the eye at dawn,
To sworn


Did you want that to-go, or?

You know what? I like that version of him.

Me too, kind of

Lets just leave him here

We should.

We can't.

We should, though.

All stand, for the irish;
Some of us, scattered,
Some of us lost,
Return for the brotherhood
Fight for us not,
Nocturnal wonderer,
For we have journeyed
To warn
Of her surplus

–I do type faster with my thumbs.

Marvelous.

Move, mistress, I
Yield ye steady truth for seized upon the wicked hands,
The hard truths lie within the heart of golden warrior,
Tongues roped with cattlebands,
Simple thoughts,
Punishable and forsaken



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