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We are
Twisted and ancient
We have lasted through ages
And we are so fucked.
Maybe we are dying
Bars and
Midnights
And two o'clocks
And your front stoop
Breathing over nicotine lips
Sighing problems to your oak tree.
Maybe we are dying
But
I never really liked my name that much
Until I heard the taste of it
On your lips.
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^in case anyone was wondering how my weekend went! Ps I wrote that.
-loch
The Downlow
- morgan loch
- austin, texas, United States
- aspiring writer, English and journalism student, hails from Texas. likes include writing, coffee, books, whisky and people.
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