TheSoundofRain

Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space, which has been allotted.

Dearest Love.

I sit in a grease sweating Chinese take out box, but some call it an airplane seat

I can’t go back,

See a kid from high school like all the rest he just wanted to be cool. Wanted to be the best. He Smoked what they spoke, and drank what they wrote,

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