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[drunkboatsailor]

every time i'm with you my eyes
turn a little bluer
girl

and it was
just a little magical
talking to him out there
under the orange lamplight in the
light drizzle darkness
king arthur and aRKHAM aSYLUM and the weed we might smoke one day this summer and his girlfriend and how the woods seemed to be getting nearer and that i was starting to drink less