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forget brushing trapped teeth i’m full of them locked bathroom doors and stars sweep you off your feet i’m in the backseat of your car sunlight, mountains, enough of talking enough of me i can see the end of the world from here do you remember me? crashing slowly, tears underneath sheets a hallow heart, trying to be nice melting hears under sweltering heat i learn to be silent winding roads, and the eclipse, all gone reasoning is hard when eyes are open, sad season is lost, and you’re lost when it’s not i’m sorry you’re getting away from me i’m full of it tourist towns and rickety **** i’m sorry i haven’t felt any of this trip terrible memories clouded with bright green grass, brown, wood and ash forests speak in your dreams, vacant floors empty shelves and unraveled curls coffee cup to the moon, praying, begging “close this moment, lock it up, make it right” i’ll cry and scream to make this what i want it to be pretty thing, i wouldn’t say it’s fine but you can twist this whichever way you want it to seem
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
tennessee
forget brushing trapped teeth i’m full of them locked bathroom doors and stars sweep you off your feet i’m in the backseat of your car sunlight, mountains, enough of talking enough of me i can see the end of the world from here do you remember me? crashing slowly, tears underneath sheets a hallow heart, trying to be nice melting hears under sweltering heat i learn to be silent winding roads, and the eclipse, all gone reasoning is hard when eyes are open, sad season is lost, and you’re lost when it’s not i’m sorry you’re getting away from me i’m full of it tourist towns and rickety **** i’m sorry i haven’t felt any of this trip terrible memories clouded with bright green grass, brown, wood and ash forests speak in your dreams, vacant floors empty shelves and unraveled curls coffee cup to the moon, praying, begging “close this moment, lock it up, make it right” i’ll cry and scream to make this what i want it to be pretty thing, i wouldn’t say it’s fine but you can twist this whichever way you want it to seem
written on march 18, 2018 - 1:14am
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
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