#it's 1800 poems that's a lot of poems i'm not going through to figure out where i lost count at this point
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lookninjas · 2 years ago
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1836.
greeted home tonight by fireworks above the pines, the whine of bottlerockets and somewhere the yapping of a small dog deeply unhappy the borderline between one year and the next nothing more than a few hours of darkness and the same streets waiting to find you in the morning
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