Lavender drops of tears from your eyes. I’ve experienced the same but in doubled amounts. And every street-sign reminds me of the one at the corner of your road, blanketed with dead grass. We passed it many times when our hands were soldered together by what we used to share. Now it’s just a blast furnace for feelings, ones that would gladly hang you neck-tight from it, I needed you. And I used to love you, but all of those sweetest memories are being slaughtered to ashes. They will be kept in a vase which’s centerline is marked with an arrow through a broken heart. It can be our vase but lets keep it a secret, because I’m sick of wishing on stereos and sunsets.
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