All ashes fell from the end of my cigarette onto the ground and grew right out of the soil.
Chandelier leaves stretched all over the world in a vehicular sound for 600 miles.
Someone punched a hole in the back of the sky so now I spray the dancefloor at the end of the night.
I can see the sun seeping through a crack in the floor cause the moon is rushing up to drop her hits in my eyes.
Our land keeps screaming out cause no one's watching the way the ocean keeps on violently ripping tiny pieces away.
I watched a man with a gun direct his hands to the sun and within a single second knew how the story had gone.
He said "I just shot up and now I'm sliding back down so keep a finger on the pulse and your ear to the ground. The wind screaming 'hard rain pounding in its place.' The needle cued up, she touched her lips to my veins."
I watched his eyes roll upward, backwards avalanche until the function of his lungs could breathe new life in again.
A dog, half-dead, lays on the side of the road. I hear voices on the end of a dial tone.
The sun will set, mimic me closing my eyes like an irrational decision to put your hands on my life.
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