SEASONED

stop asking me to replace the sun.

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it was moon day
the sight of you tightens my insides
and i become thinner
sheer
time to hide

if i take you to a makeshift ocean
will you see what i’m trying to say
and if the waves grow too tall
will you silently let me be pulled from the shore

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