Ordinary Means of Transportation

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By Tim Pozzi

Wishes lead flights of fancy, the debacle that ensues. Captain night is knocking, picking rubies in the ruse... Feel the wind against your jacket, feel the scar inside your useless package. Kept inside. Hold it tight... Defending pressures that threaten to bend, threaten your heart in the volatile end. Upcoming tragedy is loosely based on the book you read. All the guidance in your head, it places expectations on the flowering arrangement... You said this wouldn't last. You promised yourself. You asked for better hands to hold your doubt and dispel it.

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