Hush...

You Can Hide Itthe march of a teenager's disguise. his spirit froze to ice, on mother's hot day. like a lion awaiting its blood, patiently. he'd watch and study each individual. a pink marker held high, tired and dirty. a stabbed picture under his folded hands.You Can Hide It
he'd open his fingers and receive a shock. this picture is only bringing him back.
shut your eyes and close your mouth. draw that heart over and over again. untill the picture begins to rip. isn't this the way real life works?
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you're like the purple night
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i own an army of pink bananas
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i own an army of pink bananas
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