Thursday


 dried and dead purple flowers.

I live in a world where my love is scattered across the sky.
Thin it lies, but all my love is there for everyone.
This place is a beautiful planet, we can dance with no
Shoes on and we can cry our hearts out to each other.
I love the way everyone smiles here. The mood is nothing
But a full watermelon and some good beers. I will
Live here forever with myself. No one understands me
anywhere else anyways. The trees will share their age with
Me when I become too weak because I give my
everything every day to everyone.

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