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sometimes I think of places, just like this one. maybe the...



sometimes I think of places, just like this one. maybe the season is off, or the business never took off, and receipts and hopes lay scattered. maybe it’s where laughter used to creep and jump, smiles and fingers slipping under…

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Creepers & the end of the world

suddenly it hits me,
like a cold bullet dipped in
watermelon ice cream
numb & sweet,
and the pain comes slow.
I had to hear this album, cruel summer.
creepers plays as I type this,
I remember all my mistakes…