sometimes i am terrified
you have already outgrown me.
all you are some nights is
back turned, a scrap of orange flannel in a
sunset streetlight
soft puff of dark hair and an
enigma
a thousand light years long
climbing some sandy hill into oblivion
and i try not to mind
but secretly i’m reaching
for your hand
as it trails
behind.
you have already outgrown me.
all you are some nights is
back turned, a scrap of orange flannel in a
sunset streetlight
soft puff of dark hair and an
enigma
a thousand light years long
climbing some sandy hill into oblivion
and i try not to mind
but secretly i’m reaching
for your hand
as it trails
behind.
Mckay
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