Nothing can contain my angst besides my skull and its about to explode - Please leave me in the garden, I would rot here if you'd let me my hands have turned into chrysanthemums and my lips to wild flowers when I speak it is the wind

I saw you by the meadow your eyes were the moon please just stay by me I cant keep feeling this lonely

Written by:
Benjamin Randall

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