Midnight showing of Harry Potter with a bunch of my best friends...
Days spin by in a dizzying drift
Calender pages floating to the floor
Slipping from my over-full hands.
“SHUT UP! I’M TELLING A STORY! I’M NOT EVEN GOING TO TELL YOU THE STORY!”
So I follow Your footsteps
And the sound of Your voice
To the place where light meets the evening...
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