although I never can determine where exactly north is on that thing
I seem to always find the holes in stories
that don't even make sense!
I felt so romantic all day
I promise you my heart was coated in lilac
and smelt of vanilla with maybe even some honey on top.
Each month I beg the future to arrive
and hes here with flowers in his right hand
and a stone cold grin.
I asked someone to interpret what this means
quick stop.
pretend like its a dream.
everything comes to him in Morse Code
so it might take awhile
oh the ways a sea opens up when she thinks your looking away
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