ERIC

with the screw-up kids

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[nightlyfurtive]

We begin at autumn; the rust gold leaves shrivel to ash, the air is more crisp, but nothing feels the same. A woman must endure the early darkness, and the stale stench of decaying landscapes.

The winter abruptly approaches, the air is drained from its once praised scent. Now we must inhale the thick frost. The beauty of shimmering snow blinds us from remembering the suffocated life buried underneath; she must claw her way out through the ice, to be cleansed by the Sun’s warmth.

After these months of dreaded frigidity, the air begins to return with its earthly perfume. The snow has vanished, leaving the ground on the brink between life and death, but she chooses to grow amongst the trees.

Summer brings in new, sensual heat; the ocean is warming. Nature is replenishing now, they roam on lush fields. We owe it to her, we worship her: she is womanhood.

b.v.

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UP NORF

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I need a therapist and a perc too

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Whats your favorite color?

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thx for the memories 

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too sad to go outside during the day 

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Theres a place off ocean avenue 

where I would sit and talk to you

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Don't forget to stop and smell the flowers

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[insane-lunatic]

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