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I'm inundating u w/ poetry I kno & im sorry. It's just that I'm cleaning up our girl Age of ƒrangapani 4 big daddy titus! Let me know ur thoughts friends. Plz considr hitting subscribe 4 support x
Proçess It’s been more than 4 moons since the uni√erse blindsided us Haemorrhaging out west down a narrow road a major bus route round the corner from a dealer claiming to save souls with espresso (but i beg to differ) in a uni√erse stretching her far flung arms & sugar cubes in caffeine prayers 2 liƒt our spirits our ƒragile beats our baby blu tears Here <3 e kare A sip 4 ur upside-down smile (salty as it is) ∂a day the universe forgot herself so much ligh† ƒrom her milky yellow cluster of whetu poure∂ outta ∂a sky shredding sparks onto a young bright one while his ∑ama weren't watching while his papa was rapping Lil slyy aint it? Mā √erse? sneaking up spewing out darkne∫∫ onto te a†a†u evening’ like that? S†unning a million n 1 electric eels Into submission Tuna gods & ∂a boy on his bike with no helmet (shirt or license) & the sis who cried wolf By the time the ∆niverse had claimed him we ol∂s was waking up with our frozen shoulders and saplings at dawn & we’re still trying to process it this thing that happened this thing that we kΩow but can’t ever digest This thing that won't never B fucking normal not in a million years A death of a star This epidemic suicide