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and alone, i rediscover my old habit of making out stars from the trenches and finding the road of your childhood home changed sky to sky and you are not the first snow but you will witness the snow fight the boys spoke no other language than their own they threw, and fell, and built larger shadows of three inseparable ever since laughter disappearing into walls i rediscover city lights flickering off closing shop, on the bed singing into a screen ‘goodbye’ ‘you will see me later’
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:35 AM UTC
trenches, snow fight, and lullaby
and alone, i rediscover my old habit of making out stars from the trenches and finding the road of your childhood home changed sky to sky and you are not the first snow but you will witness the snow fight the boys spoke no other language than their own they threw, and fell, and built larger shadows of three inseparable ever since laughter disappearing into walls i rediscover city lights flickering off closing shop, on the bed singing into a screen ‘goodbye’ ‘you will see me later’
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:35 AM UTC
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