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lets pretend we're lsitening to vinylls
as we stumble pass that broken mess of a kid we knew 3 years ago
tumbling through the nettles into the wet green grass
our eyes couldnt meet,
i can only listen to the sound
of the skyu lifting off and leaving
the world expaning
anxiety dripping down my throat
i swallow
drifting slowly twisting
convulsions on a midnight brick made bed
drops of something fractured
drip down slowly down
sweetless lullabyes, sent to kill
linger to claim