..and then I remember that there have to be people who simply support the truly talented people in this world.
Ahh well.
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Easter GrassIt’s the cleaning season. I’ve been waiting for this part Because the tension has grown so intensely. I know that I’m going to find you again Like Easter grass that just won’t disappear. What was once pretty and presentational Is now a never ending task to pick up, Sticky pieces of you covering my fingers, Stuck in corners from better memories of innocence. Even 3 months later, I’ll still be finding you In scattered memories under the bed And within the covers you’ll lay, less than sentient, tangled. Entwined in the carpet, you’re only a natural fact Because candy iEaster Grass


A More Romantic EndingTraces of colored horses charge towards me Running to escape the black coated canvas He stays still, longing for closure He’s tired, done, unidentifiable, Blotched scars of battle still visible. My grandpa’s last painting hangs Knowing his suicide would come Before touching paint marched throughA More Romantic Ending
by my fingers.
And though he is unfinished My grandpa is finished So maybe there are things best left undone Who is anyone to say the Korean War is incomplete In war and life
My grandpa was a soldier Drawing lude pick me ups for lonely fighters Eve
xo, Mia.
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^go there <3
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and we carried our cross like a clover; we smoked cigarrettes and we lied, about the things we would feel when we were older. oh, god, what a fine waste of time. I miss you, are you comin' over?
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graaar
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whir yourself around
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graaar
x
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graaar
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