disappointment (before her trip)Mature

when the wool is pulled over our eyes we look at each other through a film.

the skirt she wore was flowers

i enjoy a floral time

with my beansprout girl

her eyes akin to mine

remember who you are

when your heart starts to dry up

for the love of god, let's exchange

scars and other necessary things

head is aching and I don't know

struggling to live at home

haven't touched her for awhile

not something easy without a bed

breaking aim on her fragile head

if it's that way

when I saw the clouds fucking I knew that it was real

when they formed into a bathtub that

no matter how you ran

water would always be soft and warm

I am depressed.

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