no,
nothing seems sacred any more.
are the roots of trees
sprouting through the gravel?
is the sun in the sky
peeking through the smog?
nothing says i love you
like a parachute.
nothing seems sacred any more.
are the roots of trees
sprouting through the gravel?
is the sun in the sky
peeking through the smog?
is there an end
to the never ending descent?
just how long
can i hold my breath?
no,
nothing says i love you
like a parachute.
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