Headed downtown for the literary type
Searching for the scribes of our weary day
To heal my heart with words that matter
I’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way
Falling stars may not mean much to you
But I’m here without any expectation or hope
Where do we find our reasons for love
Even we can kill our dreams, given enough rope
Captain Q 
Love this. It’s really good. Wen t w here I didn’t expect it to and I like that.
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Thank you. I prefer to keep my words a little off balance.
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I know what you mean. That was why I liked it
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Oh yes. Well said, Captain.
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Thank you!
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