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I wanna follow the sunset 
A warm orange glow
Sweet memories

No goodbyes or endings
just a constant 

I love you

I love you

I love you

Procrastinate

Fall. September 22nd. 
Stay in summer. 
Cool off. 
What’s wrong? 

I’m not doing it, I’m scared. 

The floor moves, always running and tripping. 
Using my words. 
If I can focus long enough on beauty instead of madness—
forget the real world! 

“Lizard” “Lizard” I’m no better. 
What do you mean?

Alone? 

Fix it up, make it better,
something that matters. 
Maybe in December…

Another day spent waiting for 
perfect weather.