like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
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I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
bring me things to break myself upon till
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,