Tied, although separated.
I made these today for no one I’ve met yet.
wept under water.
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Wings that work;
“Oh lover, breather
This dirty thing that we messed up
This betrayal ends today
Stay here
Die to self
Now and lay still
Oh yes Sir, we came undone.”
The balcony, my guitar, some new lyrics I’ve written, and Me.
Free hair cuts aren’t a fail.
Bled.
“The past is exactly that
It’s something I must see as fact
Tea for one, not two
All of everything is now through
Love is not about me
Only it’s about you, being free.”
Gifts.
Today’s feet.
A stroll down Crown.
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