haNov 221 min readwarm summer wormholeUpdated: Nov 27/from the vault | “exile”/though it haunts your daysdream a little dream of mea nice little giftties up nicelyin a dying bowthough once again i grievedfor the neverwarm summer wormhole, they called itthe angels rotted my heart cold years agothough i shall runi’ll see you later on the fieldbefore the day folds itself,collapsedi will be back at duska talk or nonea movie that burnta smoke lips to lipsa song that hurta hug that stainedthough the world is endingit falls nicelythe sun beams downand wept for the nevergorgeous dawns come and goBut they do come(not to be dramatic)i will see you again in the next lifeand the one afterand so it goes
/from the vault | “exile”/though it haunts your daysdream a little dream of mea nice little giftties up nicelyin a dying bowthough once again i grievedfor the neverwarm summer wormhole, they called itthe angels rotted my heart cold years agothough i shall runi’ll see you later on the fieldbefore the day folds itself,collapsedi will be back at duska talk or nonea movie that burnta smoke lips to lipsa song that hurta hug that stainedthough the world is endingit falls nicelythe sun beams downand wept for the nevergorgeous dawns come and goBut they do come(not to be dramatic)i will see you again in the next lifeand the one afterand so it goes
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