Mice will follow you home tonight because the stars are oh, so bright my shoes taste just like snowflakes your eyes are shiny, just like lakes
from the vine last night.
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I was wrong.
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Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…
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Bloomed in the fall, I loved you in the winter. When summer came the world was dead and cold.
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