Dear Atlantic afternoon, why won’t you take me away? These small town hearts have been brought down. Be my crescent moon tonight and shine down on my face.
Hometown clouds and a sad dialogue. This is the feeling of letting go. I want to dry their damp eyes and blend up that rainbow above. I want to shoot it through their veins.
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