sometimes in tree houses we eat dinner
and these african women paint dots on your face
and you are suddenly happy to be a strange bird
because then you earn more dots
and i am alone in dark hallways
and i know how it feels
to be that way.
see where the sea takes you.
because
my journall feels naked without you.
thursday was all:
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thank god.
now i can know you.
even though, this kinda makes me feel like I dont know you anymore.
which is weird
guh
i miss you
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