soul (aliceindream) wrote in get_up_dread_up,
soul
aliceindream
get_up_dread_up

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& so the music was like a diary of what was going on




we're autumn like jazz
wailin' sweet thunderstorm
towards lunar dismay

lets conduct a symphony
as the wind, blowing the
slightest notion of
dawn

waking to sundried leaves shuffled
back to the regressive tides of winter

time's sinking in, hair thickening as it
breezes & i am barely holding my disposition

i am merely holding my breath
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