words don’t work like before. ‘more than enough’ is a bandaid for the gaps I can’t fill. thoughts are wider than the fickle flakes of language they’re tied to. I’d let you read the prompter if I could tear it out. take a pen; make any change you like. write me over between what you see and what it is you want. maybe you don’t have the time. there’s much more on the way and you’ve been more than kind enough. happy boys leave broken toys where they belong. at least we were today and I heard you sing my song.
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