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9:58pm


[simpler days
happier shades
not knowing what it meant
to be afraid]

before it all comes
crashing down,
I promised you
[I promised you
I promised you
I --]

hey the way you used
to swing across the monkey
bars, iridescent, irreverent
hang on
[callused broken swinging
drowning
flying]

break me into pieces
at the edge of the valley
I'm clinging to yesterday but
it's endless rolls of purple
[and blue]
like the taste of seafoam
swallowing me whole

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