This is the land that broke me, don’t you know,
These grasses are for my comfort, I lie
Forever, as sunlight touches my skin.
The straightness of our paths may bring us
Near one another again, but we are like grass,
Ourselves, and killing us is the work of seasons.
Tearing one from one, will be a horror and a pill,
Here are your broken eyes and given as a gift.
Hey fam! The Princess lies down this dark stair, Past the entrance to Underground Parking, Goldilocks herself wants it bad, so bad...
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We should all kill ourselves; we still look at You. No matter how high we fly, we like to worship You, and kiss your shiny black...
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