,,,hurts. I want to sing the sun down and play the moon up I want to make her smile through her tears on the front porch I want my reality to match my dreams not wake up to fumble fingered craving I want Hoyt to be wrong about bony fingers I want what I feel in my bones to spring into the air around my head and spread to the horizon
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