Coffee will last and we'll stay together. We'll stay in to fade with the condition. Growing light perks for steel trial, often when you merely sigh. The afterburn of tulip harms not a single note along. We've words to say and weave the words away. Too bad and all the dynamite in the world will track the presence. Yours is a smile while mine seems weighted toward the black and white of grey photos down the line. Awesome maybe tells a few good jokes until we find our place. Restless instance inside the bridging moment of condition. We've taken sentences for our own, as usual. Even the type of sentence is clear, in this light. Saying no more is saying plenty. Coffee will last another place and time. Stay tuned is all that's left.
