I had a hungry desire to tell you more about me, as your presence usually brings, but never got an opportunity. So I sit and argue with myself until the day dies away, imagining up different strategies to shut down my brain. And I look back on failed attempts.
The sun insists on setting prematurely. She's indifferent to my shameless pleading, these pathetic appeals from hand and knee. I decide to blame my current mental state on this absence. Dismissing invalidity.
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