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your VCR player's battery is warmer than my heart, / and all i see in your eyes is boxed wine and tree stumps
we were never sure of that house's color, either way it was the skies child from morning to end, you'll see your layers when you finally shred yourself apart, and your words like heavenly moonset skies will heal my wounded mind you said, years later and i am still coughing up bits and pieces of you, we were hollow like the bottles that we drain
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
You Remind Me Of The Checks I'd Get For Working At The Late Night Diner