Satellites and Sunscreen
She's on the horizon
Don't lose perspective
Keep busy
Live in Public
In a Trance
Forgetting
Pretending
TearsSome Quiet Time. Running Everywhere
Fast Food Comfort Food
Perfect Every Time
Third Hand
Sudden Panic
research
substanceless
over analysis
Conclusion
Door Shuts To Push Click
Blip On the Horizon
Don't lose perspective
A prelude
A plan
Distortion.
It's over
poem by James Daniel Brough
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