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Hours spent painting For the musical Every day until The sun has faded Never any thanks Why is it that it's When someone misses The little things that It hurts most sharply Blisters from staining Planks and planks of wood Dizzy from the f…
New York blares in, Slamming into walls And careening into shelves and nightstands, Screaming like an alarm clock. Florida laughs its way slowly through the window, Swirling like lazy palms in a breeze As it reaches towards you, To bring …