All I ask is that you don’t bury me alone; please bury me with the hurt, the ink stained fingertips, the blackened lungs, the fat lips and broken hearts, the dust, my hometown and this shitty valley air. Lonely nights and wasted days, the writer’s eyes, the loose leaf, the spent pens and worn shoes. The streets I’ve walked, the hands I’ve shaken
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bury me with sara ;)
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