I have to keep working night shifts because I’ve driven home through all these sunrises and I’ve still never seen the sky turn the same colors twice.  Like counting snowflakes till you can pair them up like socks, what does that word mean to you? Eternity.  Pretending our sun is more than just a black hole’s fetus.  I’m ready to be set on fire.  Come on…

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