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by @loisa-f

*(when the first bird crashes & dies into a fainting sun a second bird comes to take over the first bird’s place.)* (songs about mountains are the most important) i wonder if birds listen to mountains, if they think about mountains. do you think about mountains? in the dead of summer (death of july) the two of us climbed a mountain & you saw a snake & i vomited. it was then, after i vomited, that you started to become less & less the boy with a face like sweet fabric, there was this way in which we tied ourselves together dangerously to your bedpost for an entire year. you were good for something but don’t ask me exactly what. i want to make a friend soon, who also has trouble with missing & very much not missing a boy: hello, friend! if you ever want to ride a carousel, you can! come with me. we’ll claim two horses as our own, forget that they ever belonged to those who touched our bodies unapologetically.
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