What was I thinking, I hardly knew.
Where my screams would be. too stupid to know.
I wasn’t even close, though I thought I was.
I tried to write down lyrics to the possibilities of mayhem.
Down the street, lying in the sun.
Being happy with a stack of books and infinite cups of tea.
Throwing the tarot a hundred million times to see who were canny in the extreme.
On my face meant this was not my dream come true.
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