and all the cards are fold
And the saints we see
are all made of gold. 🎶
When the ability to make decisions fail us.
When we cling to something that is unstable.
When we want something so bad it defies all the supposed order of things.
When yawning becomes a friend.
And making it through the day becomes everything.
When people beclouds us.
When you want to punch the invisible heat..
and you long tor autumn even for just a day.
When we want some of the clarity back.
Tonight, I'll sleep like a baby.
Btw flu, I am ignoring you. I never needed you. Don't call back.😪😓
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