i keep falling
for
blue skies (and cheetos).
my last
day
as a 25 year old and
i think about
things
like the berlin wall,
how they never last
and
(about how) even all
the boundaries
i set
with you
couldn't keep you from
crossing
the line.
i think
about fish (how they fool you),
and
gray skies
falling down...
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