My night eyes...
Everyone seems to have their spring faces on. I watch them in class as their eyes drift toward the floor and back again. They're all trying to see the insides behind their eye sockets. I'm waiting for my spring face to appear. It's hiding somewhere... I'll find it
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i envy your ability to express exactly your thoughts in such a beautiful way..
every word is written with perfect precision.
this is beautiful. just like our hearts are..
we just have chains pulling them into our stomachs.
oh, the past is our friend...
hah. barely.
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