kenzie

for diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me

tripping eyes and flooded lungs

northern downpour sends its love

hey moon, please forget to fall down

sugarcane in the easy morning, weathervanes, my one and lonely

the ink is running toward the page, it’s chasing off the days

you clicked your heels and wished for me

i know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home

(you are at the top of my lungs, drawn to the ones who never yawn)

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