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I need to be better

there was a piece of beef in my chow mien...what the fuck i am so upset

the winter winds blow in a month late, the sad sounds stitch themselves into the trees, i can feel your warm breath on my cheeks from a year ago, it still stays close.

purple and red skies, a meteor shower of magenta, blue blushing cheeks. a melting heart in your palm, baby blocks by four, a smile to crack all of those ceramic birds you collect. a friend on your finger, you curl it in, a string on my pinky tied into a tight bow.

When some girls cry I see Nebula's and moons floating down their cheeks, burning their skin. Things that far away should stay in their pocket of cloth, sewn together with impossibility.

sun gloves, fish flower, iron violin.

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how can you justify fur, give it to me, i want to know.

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