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i cannot lose a thing, but maybe my voice and some inspiration to the moving water in march that seems to wonder like me and wander like me and stare back empty. so who is anyone really? i don't know a pretty face in this town and that's okay for tomorrow and new beginnings but i'd like to settle for a bit and stop kicking. little chance of moving up. little chance of traveling very far and the night sky tells me so frequently with its laughter and its mocking stars so bright with things we don't understand. hold my hand. some wrong kind of ambition, sweet girls in their spin and i'm just watching. no mission. i once had a love and now i don't have permission.