Logan’s in the Move-On camp, I’m in the Camp “get-it-back-even-if-it-kills me”. Sarah’s probably gonna kill me, and that’s okay because it means I’d get to see her one more time. I finally started eating again, man it’s been one hell of a weekend. You said I would regret it, you get a little bit more right every day. I think I missed my exit again, I shot gun La Croix as she beats up some boy. There is a lullaby of crickets, it is deafening and hollow
You still got my paintings on your wall. I painted you one fall. It gives me hope that we’ll be fine, we could cauterize in time. Your face in the hotel, it’s your nautilus shell
I watch you like the Brothers Elrich, transmuting my chest into a pillow. Your back carries the constellations woven by your freckled imperfections. I woke up in a groggy nauseated plight but you left because I pushed you off of me in the nighttime. Goodnight. I have the lullaby of crickets singing in my head
You still got my paintings on your wall. I painted you one fall. It gives me hope that we’ll be fine, we could cauterize in time. Your face in the hotel, it’s your nautilus shell
I watch you like the Brothers Elrich, transmuting my chest into a pillow. Your back carries the constellations woven by your freckled imperfections. I woke up in a groggy nauseated plight but you left because I pushed you off of me in the nighttime. Goodnight. I have the lullaby of crickets singing in my head
( Palette Knife )
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