in_a_quieter_city
nom
the
only
sound
is
the
telephone
your
voice
telling
me
you
miss
me
it's
raining
and
i'm
afraid
of
tomorrow
,
what
the
weather
will
be
so
much
confusion
i
just
want
to
hear
us
laughing
and
singing
,
all
our
songs
,
the
unfinished
ones
i'd
fly
anywhere
080819
...
o n m
i
love
living
here
with
you
i
love
living
with
you
i
love
you
100517
...
n o m
i
will
miss
you
if
you
leave
100917
...
unhinged
i
notice
the
monarchs
the
dragonflies
the
smiling
babies
i
notice
the
acorn
caps
on
the
sidewalk
(
when
we
went
hiking
in
the
woods
as
a
kid
my
dad
would
find
each
of
us
an
acorn
cap
and
show
us
how
to
make
it
whistle
so
we
always
knew
where
each
of
us
was
)
i
notice
the
selfish
aggression
the
bullshit
the
justification
(
some
things
ARE
better
left
unsaid
)
100917
...
raze
i
might
slowly
piece
back
together
what's
been
shattered
,
though
the
cracks
will
always
show
through
the
guile
and
glue
.
but
what
city
might
that
be
?
and
could
it
come
to
feel
like
home
after
enough
time
spent
absorbing
its
rhythm
in
repose
?
or
will
i
always
be
waiting
for
the
next
great
surge
of
sound
to
jar
me
awake
and
send
me
reeling
?
241107
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who
go
blather
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