deep in the recesses of my mind
obviously those summer memories
return to me like the weird wave rippling
into this tenuous fabric of reality, torn and shattered in one fell swoop
take me back to where live had stakes
oh please, don't allow me to suffer now, after all this time
"dip?" it was the redhead who spoke
echos rebounded off the shack walls
maybe if i shut up, i'll still be here
oh, don't make me leave, this place makes me happy
hunger chewed up my stomach on the way home
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this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
