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3 wishes

for feathers for hollow bones to fly ever alone.

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“bummer”

No shoesNo foodNo friendsNo jobNo homeBummer.

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you.

I heard a quote that you spoke about me. Awful kinds of words. Would you take it back, and recant if you could? you said you were venting. Like a hot oven, I presume. you said it was just banter. … Continue reading

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earth.

I don’t think we’re supposed to be here. This place has turned into shambles. We’ve done unforgiveable things. For example, We took the plants and trees from the ground And engineered a new size We changed the color of flower’s … Continue reading

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revelation

bonded to the bravery of paperwork stacked up to my neck like it was breathing or gagging grasping for a moment with air there’s a sickness among us and it has no fear in fact, it has no up and … Continue reading

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Indestructible

People die because God didn’t make hearts to be indestructible.

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colorado

The audacity of humans to build their houses and stick their flags into the mountains. There’s nothing to see here. You may find some burnt out trains and pieces gold or hear whispers in the wind of ancient stories told. … Continue reading

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hush.

people who talk loud so that everyone can hear are not the same as trees who bloom big so that everyone can see

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Tremble

I spoke with my mom for two and a half hours And I can’t help but wish I had some of that time back, For me Music whistles like tiny storms in my ear There’s a knot in my back … Continue reading

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Aftermath

I hope when I’m gone, someone will think of me When the rivers dry up And beginners give up I miss the smell of your breath after one or two beers Those sappy notes clipped on a guitar, oh that … Continue reading

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