Wet paper plans

What if there’s no other choice
If time has been spent for us
What if there’s no next morning
no next morning choice
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Circling thoughts
same thought
circling voice
same voice
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What if my paper plans have dissolved
if the water has spoiled them all
What if I have been wrong
if I have been wrong blinded by your choice
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Circling thought
same thoughts
circling song
same voice
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What if we just say “fuck it all”
just like in starsailors’ song
What if we just stay the same
no changes, nor risks, no exposed heart to break