The world around us becomes a blueprint and the trees become ghosts of themselves

 we will find a place to curl up and close our eyes agai

If there is nothing to tie us together, then nothing can tear us apart.

I wanna write “I miss you” on a rock and throw it at your face so you know how much it hurts to miss you.

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