smoke these words or choke them down.
we've all gotta die somehow.
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for Reading.
Secondhand Swagger
Thursday, November 29, 2012
don't count on second chances
for you were born with all of them.
Some days they melt in the shadow on your back.
Or breeding in the grass, each one another grain of sand
your fingers can never hope to catch.
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