you are the spring in my limp the depth of my shallow breaths the shattered melancholy of my being broken memories from before I knew you sweet smoke my dad loved to hide behind dark eyes of an early crush summertime grass warm against my bare feet first real kiss black-veiled mourner standing alone beneath…

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