Mountian ranges, morning red bathed ridges stab up at the trembling blue horizon. Gray slides lazily off rooftops, lands on the incandescent ground and dies. A flock of little men touch down on the thin surface of porchlight. Dawn's footsoldiers return to march twilight across our faces. Skylights ignite and explode, scattering shards of April
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i sat with u and emily for like the first week of school at lunch
and i see u at shows now and then
my names sean.
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