it might be over soon
notice/cherish - the broken constellation
you've walked in my dreams
now what?
"red lips"
hrm.
slender embrace
merrily, away
sunup!
I watched her, while drinking tea
riding her bicycle into the sea
it made me sad, and want a pretzel
I threw a stone into her window
but it was my window
and it was actually just a pebble anyway
what's it like, to be someone else?
"it's like drinking whiskey,
when you were expecting tea."
I see.
how do you know?
"have you never done acid?"
I have't, no,
lipstick, today?
smiles
I can make whatever promises
becomes diaphanous
nice is innumerable
kind is green, bright but not too bright
smears are just smears,
smudges and smears
is there beauty in brokenness
or just beauty, and brokenness
here, let me stop the rain for you
I'll see you tomorrow
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