“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby.
I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me.
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