trees in taunton go by slow
color scheme
the sky is charcoal
it's beginning to snow
lo-fi mellow sounds playing in the background
i lay in the backseat eyes low
the window
shadow of the trees flickering
fluttering
as i watch the window from the inside
staring at my ripped jeans
and the front seat
pen again
eyes close and i feel
head drifting to the side
eyes low
it's quiet now
as i lay in the backseat
stoned
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how to you get back from taunton
