stutter 042

dear fearful pickpockets, i can hear you playing yr. fuzzy radios underneath yr. blankets at night; dear weary barricades, tired of grabbing on to anything you can get yr. hands on, i know how it feels to be wearing (such) awkward uniforms. so please (pretty please) gather yr. shards and beloved rags of hearts and mend them into the most sincere parade.

so take care, ye careful stranger, ye faithful daydreamer or drunk; these justified days are terrible as well.

Done