as if nothing happened

january fifth when a little light walked back in the room. undercover. the meaning of a good friend and where ya been, damn it? out and living. i couldnt argue with a smile or two thousand two.

leaving felt good, destination around the corner and cheered a "shorter" cheer. inspiration from everywhere and half full on wine. this very instant a cover all from a story about the 50s. one lost and beyond anything tangible, just a fucked up memory of mother, my sister.

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