graveyard

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blue curls upon the top of your cranium you cannot seem to make function correctly
pale thighs cut apart that you cannot seem to make heal
you are an indifference to the community
yet you fit in so well beside me
black rose embedded shoes tracing along the sparkled star floors
misunderstood humor and unexplainably good poetry
silly thoughts tied together with traumatic memories
you cant sleep at night so you open your mind to me
you tell me the things that go on inside that beautiful brain of yours
questions arise from the centre of my soul
you make me so happy
but i am so confused

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