My soul is sobbing, so my eyes water.
I can't keep up. I can't even keep up with the simple strumming of a ukulele.
Why is it that whenever I dream of love, I dream of you?
Your lanky figure standing tall in the breeze. Your scrunched up nose blessed with thousand of tiny speckles of stars. You being so close to me. You gently taking my hands. Having them intertwine like a willow tree, like my twisted, fucked up mind.
How come? Why you?
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Apples Are Life
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