Sunday, August 14, 2022
Shaw, Awn
Sometimes I stay up thinking about how I wish we could be blue together —
and sunny,
and content,
that we could shape shift,
that we could go with each other’s current,
that we could bleed that way,
because things would be better,
much better then
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