we are the children
the underground
we are not your leftovers spat out in a tipsy of dust and bumblebees
i look to you and the birds fly out of our mouth
going ahead of the train and georgia willows to think, “this is the way the world ends.”
and i repeat
and weak
and speak
“this is the way the world ends. this is the way the world ends.”
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
we are the children
the underground
we are not your leftovers spat out in a tipsy of dust and bumblebees
i look to you and the birds fly out of our mouth
going ahead of the train and georgia willows to think, “this is the way the world ends.”
and i repeat
and weak
and speak
“this is the way the world ends. this is the way the world ends.”
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