some story of color,
a streetlamp orange green still ocean [no wave].
presence on the floor, had shoes tied.
"i'd take you anywhere, we've suffered enough."
and would you believe it? they cut us short! just where we ended they told us this is where you're going and this is where you're anyone. no, i don't know anyone here. so you moved on out of here. i'll have your bags packed when i'm ready, keeping all that doesn't remind me of you, and fits the most convenient dreams of you. o', teeth and toe.
you have some load of blankets,
shut out to the world.
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