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My family made out of clay,pretend like children turning gray.
i saw you in my dreams,
chasing me,
erasing me,
today.
its not like i was ever three,
minus the you,
and maybe me.
a stranger made out of your eyes,
and silky lips,
you taste like flies.
tomorrow,
i will surely break,
and taste ur breath,
like minty paste.
remember you,
just like today.
before we choose to walk away