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Maya Fields Nov 7
under the sky blue in my view of you
the wind running through the grass
no sight of the past
only in this present presence of you.
The colors pop their eyes out at me, knowing that love streams the air around us. and their peddles move and sway in the wind, giving a source of direction for where our future plans might have flown away to.
Eridan Ampora Jul 2014
They Know
They've seen it
What I think of them
Those things you can't say to them
cause then they'd hate you
fuckfuckfuck One of my friends whom I wrote about saw this and texted me and I panicked and tossed my Ipod and it bounced off my bed and down the rabbit whole but it's ok not cracked but covered in dust.

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