i've been waiting here
not so much for you but more for us.
we're meant to burn blue,
grow long hair, braid it together,
pile matchsticks miles high!
don't you realize looking at that big orange moon that we should grow old together?
we should have a million stories and
never stop being able to find small bones
new bones
little bones
undiscovered land on each others bodies.
see that leaky morning sky reflect on your pillow
and
it's empty right now, but hurry up!
hopeful words.
we have so much time to get started.
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