BIGGER BLANKETS
fall,
following us all,
such wicked things.
when we're not sober,
when we're not clean,
a million halo's,
littering,
our fall.
we're making ruins of wrecks,
the older we get.
and dropping bombs of regret,
that no one expects.
we build these stories,
and fill them up,
with monsters buried,
where no one looks.
trapped and angry,
dead in dreams,
wrapped in beauty,
lost at sea,
we fall
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