All the things I thought I knew
I knew would someday collapse
Someday collapse and bury me
Bury me underneath its facts
All the things I thought I knew
I knew I’d someday regret
Someday regret the knowledge
The knowledge I wish you’d kept
All the things I thought I knew
I knew somehow would steal time
Steal time along with my youth
My youth sold for a nickle and a dime
All the things I thought I knew
I knew nothing that could save me
Save me from the mess I’d make
I’d make so tangle-y
For the whole world to see
HASTYWORDS 
And now, here you are, writing it for the whole world to see. So many thing we think we know, thought we knew, true or not, and may or may not still think so tomorrow. Beautifully done.
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[implied epic poem, that wordpress deleted cos it broke} *sigh*
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beautiful darling, I feel it in my bones
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
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All things, remind me of those back road sunsets, up through these outstretched winding mountain roads, where our hearts travel as we leave that drift of red dust float behind us, while the first breath to a night air wind, creeps slow across our shoulders, as we hold on just a little tighter, until we reach the saddle up on cradle ridge, to catch that beautiful glimpse, a sunset passing over all the miles, all things, remind me of those back road sunsets.
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this is beautiful 🙂
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