94.

People may grow, but they rarely change
and sure, I’ve seen more
I am more complete than in 2007
but still – I obsessively record and
I panic and I plan
and I snap/worst case scenario
and still I find the most solace
stealing glasses, licking red wine lips
laughing on a cobbled street
and okay, I am safer
but I am the same
come winter, you’ll find me
and I will be dead again

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