My head is overflowing,
All of everything I have ever said,
Spilling through my seems,
The stitches snapping,
But in slow mo.
All of everything I have ever said,
Spilling through my seems,
The stitches snapping,
But in slow mo.
Slow mow
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Snails
I love the way the ocean shines at night,
and the way the moon reflects almost a million times,
over and over and over,
and how the sea pounds a beat,
much like the one in my chest,
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