Drip, A thought goes down a deep, dark, rabbit hole. Drip, There goes another. Drip, There’s no end in sight. Drip, You hear it at the bottom. Drip, There is a splash of previous thoughts gone. Swish,
Red hair Black boots Black bag Grey suit He sleeps on the bus Next to the man with heart eyes Sitting up right Or at least attempting to Dozing off he’s shaken awake He lets the lull of continuous buz
There’s a party tonight Come on Let’s go outside There’s no need to hide In your room. You insist it's not good for you But the effort you put in to move Out of the way at all times Hiding from the pe
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