Sing me songs of nights to come

Fingers slide together and, I am so alive	I do believe in assigning value to things.	shards of ice fly when the strings are plucked	heaven of eternal air
Everything, Oregon	sometimes it's	The night was alive, and so was I	Transitoriness
Frozen in time	She spent most of the day sleeping in my shirt pocket	How the heart really works	As if he knew that words were how I kissed
when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles	The four-eyed girl could make me cry	There are a couple of people in a cafe with only glass between them. And something important is happening	Now and just this moment, as is, in the present. Yes.
I am forced to smoke my cat	I don't know where he gets his words but I like them

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