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Found this tucked away in my planner:
The ground is hard
Strewn with crystals, too inviting
In my hand that felt like ice, vanishing
Shattered as the harbour melted into the highway
Replaced with white flowers, dear green stretching
The sky falling into the ocean
Orange shadows splitting like glass
It's 2:22, an alright time.
On the 22nd I'm leaving, entirely bitter-sweet of course.
The ground is hard
Strewn with crystals, too inviting
In my hand that felt like ice, vanishing
Shattered as the harbour melted into the highway
Replaced with white flowers, dear green stretching
The sky falling into the ocean
Orange shadows splitting like glass
It's 2:22, an alright time.
On the 22nd I'm leaving, entirely bitter-sweet of course.