Undoing steps. 
The decisions that we do not take us. The roads we travel we do not step. Kisses that we do not ... they are prisoners in jail who do not give kisses. I have bitten the bites that I did not and I live a thousand lives that habit. weariness let me not have been tired. Marionettes took the wires and they stood with their wooden weapons against the world. It is the rough grind of the hours, which are sewing ladies suits unmeasured in the model to which they cling. I wanted to change my tastes, but my tastes have changed me me. And the trouble ... like to repeat the scene. Dressed in touch I walk the streets with my costume in mind traces memories long forgotten. In the album of imagined images no names or dates, but it also biography could not be otherwise. Everything I do, I do. All I am not, is part of who I am.
The decisions that we do not take us. The roads we travel we do not step. Kisses that we do not ... they are prisoners in jail who do not give kisses. I have bitten the bites that I did not and I live a thousand lives that habit. weariness let me not have been tired. Marionettes took the wires and they stood with their wooden weapons against the world. It is the rough grind of the hours, which are sewing ladies suits unmeasured in the model to which they cling. I wanted to change my tastes, but my tastes have changed me me. And the trouble ... like to repeat the scene. Dressed in touch I walk the streets with my costume in mind traces memories long forgotten. In the album of imagined images no names or dates, but it also biography could not be otherwise. Everything I do, I do. All I am not, is part of who I am. 
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