distant from my mind
the images of purple lockers
float past me like quickened birds
everything's crashing as we leave the doors
and the cold presses our faces
into scrunched versions, because
remember the way your nose felt
like it'd be chopped off by a lumberjack
remember the way your legs felt as if
they'd fall off, like grover's fake legs
it was supposed to be a good day, but
oh
it wasn't
oh
i'm sorry for carrying you in my arms
maybe i could have avoided heartache
at such a young age but wisdom arrives afterwards
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sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
