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[obliviousdolls]

You've got too much to wear on your sleeves
It has too much to do with me
And secretly I want to bury in the yard
The grey remains of a friendship scarred

You tested your metal of doe's skin and petals
While kissing the lipless
Who bleed all the sweetness away

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[____nostalgia]

people get lost with hopes of being found.

i wrote this life...
in my head.

[obliviousdolls]

it sounded better the first time.

[____nostalgia]

pshhh.