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
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asklepiades) wrote,
asklepiades
asklepiades
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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