





Sentences sprinkled with white pixie dust and blue smitten lies... Hold words crafted carefully to keep the truths disguised.






The shade has fallen under the tree... so take my hand and lie there with me. Your calloused hands and my haunted green eyes... can then tangle together under mostly clear skies.
They spewed from behind your coffee- stained teeth... Uncensored, unmerciful, and undeniably concrete.
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