You Make Life Good For Me.

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whoartgos:

I rest gently in glittering blackness

nothing but stars pulling at my lids,
and wind crawling up my ribs
like children

and listen to the rain

i can hear umbrellas snap like
bat wings and trudging feet
scrape layers from the pavement
horns, a simple Sonata

textbook:

Why did the fashion people cross the road?

textbook:

Why did the fashion people cross the road?