seventeen syllables
Riding in the backseat of a misunderstanding, tuning out the screaming by gazing out the window at the stars, all the distant city lights...
In here, the air stings
Trampled needs resurrecting
Outside: the quiet
Wow, deep and thought provoking. I can imagine the scene quite well from your post.
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Wow, deep and thought provoking. I can imagine the scene quite well from your post.
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