Jan 2020
Mostly, I miss those glow-in-the-dark stars.
They saw it all, yet gleamed for me still.
Maybe they were the best friends I'll ever have.
They'll never leave,
but I already did.
They saw it all, yet gleamed for me still.
Maybe they were the best friends I'll ever have.
They'll never leave,
but I already did.
Dedicated to Frankenstein's monster, who could be neither here nor there.
(BloNo)
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