the_things_i_left_out raze how you swayed, your face concealed by sculpted stone. giving a flexible removable magnetic disk its marching orders. "in with you. out with you. i've had enough of you." meet cutes and marmaduke. the way we wove our words together. yours churlish and charred. mine brittle like new skin under the crust of some slow-healing hurt. the song i sang in a voice i borrowed from a man who made himself old before his time. and all the guilt that bled into my dreams eight years too late to be of any use. 250626 what's it to you? who go blather from