Jen Juice

the speaking doorway is the only one remembered

intertwined with the heretic and the broken ledges I fall from time to time

how guitar sounds like the unfaithful moments of all the damages done

reiterating the way time changes in the distance and I just listen

to it all

as if it stood still….

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