The End of the Middle. How Will You Ever Get Out of This? Houses Set Too Close Together. The End of the Middle. How Will You Ever Get Out of This? Houses Set Too Close Together. Why worry about the neighbor. And, besides, too young to know better. I guess because I hear him scream. In the night, usually. At his wife, but sometimes. He had a hobbled foot one week. I saw him on a crutch. He can often be heard.

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Though bitter when it starts to fade. My endless boys and rejections. They get a taste of red. The sea from the saltiest star. Am I a part of its lair. Down right from the depths of his heart. Some days around his tongue. Some days around his touch. Some days around his sorrow. Some days around the gun. I found that house of mine.

Like that carefully balanced pencil against a marble. Like that paper kept under the fan in motion. Like that old leaf clinging on to the branch. Like that forced breath before breathing the last. Like that acrobat walking the tightrope. Yeah, pretty much on the edge.

I give you my words attached with my heart. I thought about you all day. I had the day off today and it was a cold and rainy day in Texas and it made me wonder if the rain was falling down on you like it was me.