Two points.
Two times.
Two marks.
Two spaces.
Two names.
Too much for ink.
Too late for rebellion.
To the good times and the bad.
To the things I want and need
To the times I won't forget.
To feelings reborn
To knowings neverending
To words waiting unspoken
Through the places that wait
To really (perhaps finally)
...hear
[Listening to: The Faint, "Dropkick The Punks"]
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