these thoughts are why i have no friends
Sunday
In a creek.
Running farther, deeper in.
Stuck where the stars don’t shine.
Getting harder, like winter’s snow.
The current can smell like heaven.
Shells ring like bells on doors.
Love me fully so the sun can shine.
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