#21.9

[graffitispreyi]

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do you ever wish you could kiss the birds' little heads

[maskenparade]

Und noch heute tut es weh, was du mir damals angetan hast.

[graffitispreyi]

[so-litudinal]

what are we meant to be lost in

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can I do like one thing a day and leave the rest to destiny

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Like juice you spill poems

—or is it memories—

Except no one scolds you

For ruining the carpet

No one really

Not even you,

no longer a child,

—right?

[so-litudinal]

I'm sorry I seem so obsessed with my age—it's because I am