from the couldn't write to the couldn't sleep almost questioned the revenge from the read to have the crumbled skin kiss the red the lost bitten nails got teared and fed pastel in capital letters on sand the cruel wave washes in no clock hand an orange flee for your life leave a trail to follow and strive
The days may merge together But youve made the best mushed together memories for me "Might have wasted all his money But he's never been a waste of time"