I don’t know why I write this

Tears strewn.
Words enmeshed.
Music surrounds.
Agendas.
Hopes.
Dreams.
Plans.

Expectations near.
far.

Unsettled aches.
Broken hearts.

Yes.
No.
come love, see my hands brooke waggoner

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