brought you wildflowers
for your thirst
moths to eat you thoughts
that cursed
drowning girl in the middle
of a drought
the dirt feels good on your skin
what's it all for you say
dreams eating up your days
night screams for things
your past embraced
written words on the wall
paint can't erase
chance meetings - skinny skin
magic and moonlight the
smile of an old friend
transparent color of forgotten sin
remember every finger pointed at you
will eventually point back at them
you burn brighter in the rain
you've became friends
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