instead of saying goodbye, i galloped home to my bong
balled and wailed for 3 hours while listening to The Stones Roses US 1989 release
on repeat.
guess it was my personailized farewell
Choke on the cotton cloudsArctic sheets and fields of wheatI can't stop coming downYour shrunken headLooking down on me aboveSend me home like an elephant stoneTo smash my dream of loveDid your bed and bookshelf goAnd run run run awayThese four walls saw the rise and fallAnd your midnight getawaySeems like there's a holeIn my dreamsOr so it seemsYet nothing means anythingAnymore
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