san mateo, pen and paper. i’m here now and i’ll be here later. i watch you carry weight too heavy to lift too real to measure and i always know when you’ve hit a new low. i always fall asleep before you. move to fast. it’s not for sure. you don’t blink. i talk before i think, you know i do. and i wish it weren’t true that i’m not enough to carry you through. we owe all the parks and parking lots where we met, where we went to find the things that we had lost or we forgot. we forgot.
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