Mamouth
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It starts off. Your blue hair cooler then the stare I get back from the ocean.
Stokeing the fire on the beach imagening souls black as the tire that rolls down the hill only to end in a crash.
Earl Sweatshirt bumping in my headphones.
You there blue haired. Me dazed by intelegence radiating out from your mind left open.
It's getting ridiculous just to look at your fuckin face.
Without trying to face this case of my heart Sweet like some fuckin pop-tart I ate for Breakfast.
Demented. An adjictive used to describe him.
A alot. Used by his parents Who have resented his dreams, Deams him not to be seen.
