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They speak lines in chalk and blackboard, scolded for not following the stars, but contrarian eyes long for lonely basement grime, while being stuffed with plastic normalcy; They search for a savior, an empty ivory tower of coughed smog and candied pipe breath.                   *under a dawn ocean,                                we drew coastlines along maps of nowhere,                                 slept on the floors of skies                                              we didn't know the name for.* Their love is chain links, decayed by daylight, by a sun where only anti-rarity shines. So slender bruises lace through skeletal smoke,                    and wish for life to last just sixty years.                                                          *we're holding tightly onto saturn,                                                                          a blooming diamond, dust ring                                                                                                       of the life we                                                                                                   don't lov*e
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
Les Misérables
They speak lines in chalk and blackboard, scolded for not following the stars, but contrarian eyes long for lonely basement grime, while being stuffed with plastic normalcy; They search for a savior, an empty ivory tower of coughed smog and candied pipe breath.                   *under a dawn ocean,                                we drew coastlines along maps of nowhere,                                 slept on the floors of skies                                              we didn't know the name for.* Their love is chain links, decayed by daylight, by a sun where only anti-rarity shines. So slender bruises lace through skeletal smoke,                    and wish for life to last just sixty years.                                                          *we're holding tightly onto saturn,                                                                          a blooming diamond, dust ring                                                                                                       of the life we                                                                                                   don't lov*e
an observation of two people living in an unforgiving world and in love The italicized sections are not my own, but were written by an old friend.
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Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
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