our fuck-ups
even reek
of meant-to-be
it's all so
I can't even...
but
I will find
a way to say
how our
dominoes tripped
over each other
flicked from
the synchronic fated one's
luminous middle fingers
yours, left
mine, right
colliding in
the in-between
I've been knowing
for quite some time
and yet,
my brain still
tries to deny
it's all so...
no fuckin' way
but
yes way
it
- truly -
sure-as-Shinola'd-shit
did
go down
like so
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
our fuck-ups
even reek
of meant-to-be
it's all so
I can't even...
but
I will find
a way to say
how our
dominoes tripped
over each other
flicked from
the synchronic fated one's
luminous middle fingers
yours, left
mine, right
colliding in
the in-between
I've been knowing
for quite some time
and yet,
my brain still
tries to deny
it's all so...
no fuckin' way
but
yes way
it
- truly -
sure-as-Shinola'd-shit
did
go down
like so
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