| for now we are young let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see. |


Nights Like Thesenights like theseNights Like These
coming home sixteen hour work bank statement mail box hallway smell foot on green carpet door open to apartment too warm oven smell burning attempt at dinner empty couch empty bowl red eyes slit face in sheet I miss them
holding pillow in frail attempt comforting cradling book in hand silent read once aloud angels singing night seeing sunrise creep over as the Veil opens due to your minds entangling, open, with one another Us walki
Uku ja Sven
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"Same old eyes, same old world but the difference is how you look at what is in front of you, not what it is." ~Lister Sinclair
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