For a moment, nothing is burning and it's making me restless - I default to sad expressions or mad expressions, In reality i'm searching for floaters - birds or planes or coffee whatever words filter through the smoke are a competition for the most, or the best an engine burns old oil and it's the only thing that makes sense the others sit in peace knowing what's coming the city screams and everybody hears but no one says anything Never doing enough // not doing anything Everyone has dogs 'cuz in this city love is unbelievable. the plane is gone and its trail is pretty (the flowers will die, too) (I don't know how to leave without running away) I scratc...
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