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stop
she clutched my hands, “that must’ve hurt.” what? which one? the dot there, the line here, the veins under the flesh or the bone, “how’d you get it?” i climbed a tree, i said. i climbed a tree & fell.
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needles
inject
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we tell
she gave it to me. we must find her.
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sweeten
falling meteors crashing
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trying to catch fog
but i mist
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trail out the glass door, two ways, one path, gone
small
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falling off
blowing away
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it isnt just rain anymore
the wish to be more and the denial of it / deer & moose
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WAS IT GOOD FOR YOU
Truth
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luv u 2
late nights are for lonely people