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my love over the mountain and maybe I'll believe you.
it was so heavy, for you, I lose more everyday
I know less everyday
and your voice doesn't softly echo in my ear
like all of those other women who long for your
nearness
it's more like a thunderstorm retreating into the distance
and i count the seconds between the lighting and the sound
further away...
so i lay queitly, in that place between awake and asleep
it's my favorite becuase here, thoughts float by like weather balloons. i pont at them from the ground and say to myself,

"there's some information in there. maybe soemthing useful. unatainable for now."

and later ill reel them in and predict the skies of my brain for the next..... 14 days

no chance of showers today
the clouds will just tease us with high water

good.

I hate myself and I want to die.


the hardest part of breaking up, is losing your touch. fuck the rest of it.

rediculous.
in love.



rediculous.