these thoughts are why i have no friends
Sunday
the city light.
seven points, that rise to the south.
rivers that run down earth's spine.
butterflies come from Mexico,
they have a secret to tell us.
her silhouette reminds me of July.
don't fall, quick catch yourself.
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