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Jun 2019
We tread the dark golf course together,
Searching for trees to suit our needs.
Me, still in my school skirt.
You, in your puffy tartan coat.
You climb the criss-cross branches,
as I stand and watch.
We're still like this,
but this mess of branches have become whatever life has thrown at you and all I can do
is watch.
Written by
Tallulah  Psychopathic Taurus
(Psychopathic Taurus)   
     Fawn and BR Dragos
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