​Out of nowhere, yeah it was coming. I saw it, but not with my eyes, but hands.
Sometimes other body parts sense things my brain cqnt encounter

Like a dog and weed

I’m so natural at destroying flowers and creating graves for my own roots
You wouldn’t know unless

You broke my skull and ripped open my thoughts one by one

Placing them on strings to hang on a pine tree
What you want isn’t what you get with me

You’ll learn to disguise red flags with purple

And withhold secrets that could demolish you

Wash me up like sand on a beach, take my hand, grain of sand against the grind
We live and we learn, but what is love if my heart isnt existent.

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