"Tastes like sand."
Sometimes I think I'm too opinionated. And sometimes I think to much. And sometimes I think the only things worth my attention, aren't worth the attention of others.
I'm half-asleep and can barely press the keys to type this in. And yet it feels important to say:
"All alone; is all we all are."
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