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everytime I shut my eyes I see afternoon, sun waning; a running creek, all shades of green swaying, sunlight shooting beams through the treetops and sparkling off the water, off your blonde hair, all silence except the rustling of the trees and the singing birds and the sounds of your soft movements and the song playing from your phone you disturb the peace for just a moment a gunshot. a mess of blood and as fast as it started it’s over and quiet again and it’s just the birds and the sun shining on wet rocks (A square of concrete just big enough for the both of us to sit on That overlooks the creek that runs under the train tracks behind your house We spent half a decade there together, in that same spot) . We knew each other like no one else did And I can feel my name on everyone’s lips I saw you there dead with your mouth full of blood like the movies . To reach eternal Beauty you must Return to worms
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Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 5:37 AM UTC
Return to worms
everytime I shut my eyes I see afternoon, sun waning; a running creek, all shades of green swaying, sunlight shooting beams through the treetops and sparkling off the water, off your blonde hair, all silence except the rustling of the trees and the singing birds and the sounds of your soft movements and the song playing from your phone you disturb the peace for just a moment a gunshot. a mess of blood and as fast as it started it’s over and quiet again and it’s just the birds and the sun shining on wet rocks (A square of concrete just big enough for the both of us to sit on That overlooks the creek that runs under the train tracks behind your house We spent half a decade there together, in that same spot) . We knew each other like no one else did And I can feel my name on everyone’s lips I saw you there dead with your mouth full of blood like the movies . To reach eternal Beauty you must Return to worms
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Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 5:37 AM UTC
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