I liked to spring forth from the bushes
Trying to catch my 2009 year old friend mid March
The burning heat as firewood’s crackling glowing heart
Erupted from my knees as my own
Feet had fought each other to which was going to be placed
Seeing red white and blue the Final chalk
Me up as scraped with fireworks of every decibel explodes in
My head
Its back backed by the drum beat of a song we cant ever remember
But will never forget
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
I liked to spring forth from the bushes
Trying to catch my 2009 year old friend mid March
The burning heat as firewood’s crackling glowing heart
Erupted from my knees as my own
Feet had fought each other to which was going to be placed
Seeing red white and blue the Final chalk
Me up as scraped with fireworks of every decibel explodes in
My head
Its back backed by the drum beat of a song we cant ever remember
But will never forget
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