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Oct 2015
Up with the sky
No one could pull me down from that height
Then I saw her face
Followed by loss of appetite
Out the pit I’ve had since she left
Empty and hollow, you were expecting polite?
I can’t ******* stomach you
Called us quits so I could get some insight
But I’ve been inhaling secondhand lovers
I’ll never forget those summers

Meanwhile broken whispers chant:
oly oly oxen free
Finding who we used to be
oly oly oxen free
Back to where the wild things run free
oly oly oxen free
Running until they collide with the sea

"Come out and play"
But the Siren is hiding from me
And I from her
I’m burning down every lighthouse in sight
Hoping she never makes it home
Who’s hiding from who?
I don’t think this house will ever be your home
GHOSTiePOST
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