tax free weekend and endless bad dreams about pinecones

the sky is overcast
like faded navy chucks
i bite my lip and curl my fringe
nervously with my finger

waiting can be so hard

95% is not a sure thing
but it's as close as I've
ever felt

i'm not really sure how it's supposed to work
i keep forcing the pieces to fit
and your eye is next to your chin
i am not picasso

i think i feel the safest
being carried
by strong rhythms
instead of strong arms 
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