briana-oliveWhisper

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elegy to her baby bluesend me a breeze, baby blue / maybe i'll swim on that love, to / her speckle-dust cobwebs

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Your Rotting Gardenseparate the petals from the cobwebs on the floor, / and grow roses from the life that remains; / but if their lullabyes have faded,

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firefly childone minute; / she could hear her own heels clicking, / clicked

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lover i gotta hold on to you, to hold on to meMaybe, / I could spread a thousand constellations on the ceiling of your palms / --dig them honeysuckle deep into my ridges;

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