Drop Shadow

Sun Down

Mood like february
eyes like june
hands like december
around your throat soon

these and other memories are comforting
my progress is written and placed in a tan colored folder
I lay here awaiting my release, to see you again.
You'll never know when i'm coming, beauty of surprise

May is like January, that new year feeling old.

It all looks the same here, you all look the same here.

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