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1:45

And the words flow out of me

like fine wine.

I don't have to think twice.

I don't have to try.

It flows.

Ir flows, it goes,

and I type.

Though it drains slowly.

I halt,

ger caught up on the words.

My brain is a cluster,

my thumbs so down.

I cranked them out,

I let it out.

I released.

The flow has come to an end

but I am ansty.

I want to write.

I want to flow.

Until then,

I guess I'll float.

Written by AprilFool 🐸

6/8/2026

look at the sky

i'm still here

i'll be alive next year

1:45 am

Sam freezes, but John just rolls over. He’s facing them now, and Sam furiously shakes his head. Dean understands.

“It’s okay, Sammy. We don’t... It’s okay. I’m sorry. I should have waited until we were alone.”

But Sam looks at him, eyes furrowed. He shakes his head no, and grabs Dean more tightly. He presses his body close.

“Dean,” Sam whispers in his brother’s ear. “Please. Don’t wait. Please. Kiss me now.”

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