Midnight horizons.
Daffodils and wolfsbane.
The years woven through a tapestry.
Finding each other in the end.
Lavender field trips and bloodthirsty fourth of July’s.
Fake friends and redemption songs.
Birthday cakes and tangled hate.
Making up for your last eight mistakes.
Seeds that grew rot before they could ever break the surface.
Comfort food in the Fall and going into debt for Christmas.
A crow caws at 6:52 in the morning and I know what it means but I haven’t decided whether it's a good thing or not.
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