Grand heat *cough*
Not sure what lays.
Stay, but don't stay.
My little.
My small.
You can't have it all.
Catastrophe
of a belittled life.
But soon, just wait.
Not a fantasy,
but purple loosestrife;
jutting out, standing.
Our turn is coming,
just keep running.
Through the sticks
*poke poke*
damaged ankles
for a clear mind.
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