there's this boy,
and he is like coming home.
when my heart beat can beat in rythmn with his,
only then have I come home.
he is my drug filled, midsummers night dream.
but those drugs are starting to kill the stars,
and the sky is turning to darkness and it's eating him alive.
he wakes up in peices and fills in the blanks with a different substance
so
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