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Let's sit on a hill,
Under a tree, side by side,
And breathe it all in

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Get that good buzz on

The one that rocks you sideways

But you’re for sure fine

The unasked questions

And their unspoken answers

Haunt me to no end

I slept through the moment I woke up

And I dreamt it had all changed

The decisions, the choices, The…

But that was a dream

Sometimes I go back

It’s sick and it’s sweet, that place

I shouldn’t go there, but

Flesh glued to thumbnail

Scraped away quick, carelessly

My bloody finger

Fuck the fucking fuck

Ya fucking know it, don’t ya?

Just fucking fuck it

Let’s frost the windshields

And go parking in the lot

Until it all melts

A snowfall in Spring

Melts and wets the roads the same

As if it were rain

Mornings, the chill bites

Tingles the spine, numbs fingers

Today, I’ll bite back