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oleander

cool taste of poison, calm and collected. connecting to the other side and slipping deeper into defeat. we are what we dreamt of, helpless and listening close.

does anyone know why tumblr sucks so much?

and what’s with dropping vowels? i’m just gonna start dropping my vowels to make

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bailing out water too slow to catch up to a leak that leaves you shoulder deep in murky depths.

oh, why does it always have to end up like treading water forever

the boot sticks deep in soft ground, with a sucking sound that pulls you back. leave it trapped and run barefoot across hard-dried earth towards safety’s shelf.

rocks and socks get caked with mud. not so bad when you’re not sinking.