These are the minutes that either tie you down or hold you still.
These are also the days that seperate the desperate and impetuous boys from the wise and patient men. This is the night that waits until you are in a crowd to look you in the eye for signs of fatigue and cowardice, polarizing you like flower and root.
These are the painful nights that only humbled beings are strong enough to endure.
Thanks to Earl and a ghost town audience,
Avery Dena
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