game theory, 24

and for whatever reason i wish that i had two minds: opposite signs, parallel lines, wide point and fine. i hate admitting when you’re right and i want you in plain sight. isn’t it odd? we think a lot alike tonight. and everyone asks if i’m leaving, no sir. i get around but i don’t get closer. is it because i’m 23, not 24? and in a way i don’t mind watching it get unkind: stand where it shines, i can inspire myself just fine. i’m in the sweetest way misled, growing my hair in bed. coffee or beer: these are a year’s component thread. and everything is in terms of next time, twenty-five thousand more miles to the dateline. is it because i’m 24, not 25?

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