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an orchestra of ghosts
jumping from rooftops
a scenery of clouds
from in between your arms

oh the rain droplets
and buzzing streets
street lamps shining
how the star shine bleeds

a cello without strings
curly hair in paintings
wind rolling sky folding
whatever that means?

ghost boy as he sings
my chest tight, stings
the bass enchanting
twirling night wins

hand drawn flowers
the fragrance sticks
windowsill out of sight
the cloud slowly sinks


a/n: had a weird ass dream, this is the product, deal with it lmao

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