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i've spent years in this place, longing to gravitate upwards. its only now that i start to see the sky on the ground.
she was like a dandelion waiting for the wind to take her spirit far away, but she had not developed her seeds and the wind had already passed lifetimes ago
can i walk you to the train station where we'll wait for our separate trains and leave this place alone once again?

a girl in her dream wanders aimlessly with a tambourine in hand.
reluctantly waiting for the end when morning makes her tambourine
nonexistent.
there was this album that we used to listen to. it was an import and i forgot the name. sometimes i get the songs stuck in my head and i remember the heart shaped lamp on her wall next to her photos from home
i fell asleep on the bus. when i woke up, i watched tiny glimpses of the ocean and the sunset between passing buildings.