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I can't take you with me the trail's too steep but I'll pack a few blurry pieces of you sea shells and sand grain boating and Busch Light I'm rolling up your long, loud laugh and putting it where the socks go. so when I rest again, I can unzip, and hear you. through tattered mesh pockets holding fuzzy drunk photos too fleeting and fast, your face I’m taking you with me The scraps of your smile folded into my sweater Your voice explodes As I roll my sunny yellow dress to fit Perhaps I'll wear your laughter to a party in some other town to compliment my flower crown
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Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
On the Road Again.
I can't take you with me the trail's too steep but I'll pack a few blurry pieces of you sea shells and sand grain boating and Busch Light I'm rolling up your long, loud laugh and putting it where the socks go. so when I rest again, I can unzip, and hear you. through tattered mesh pockets holding fuzzy drunk photos too fleeting and fast, your face I’m taking you with me The scraps of your smile folded into my sweater Your voice explodes As I roll my sunny yellow dress to fit Perhaps I'll wear your laughter to a party in some other town to compliment my flower crown
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32/F/Shambala
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 12:33 AM UTC
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