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the blood from a peach runs down your chin, blunts on the porch, your skin on my skin
can we count it as moving forward if its just a bolt bus to your house?

we both know we’re gonna lie here smoking till our lungs turn black
just us and our bitter hearts, looking at stars for hours in the back of your car

and we grow tougher than we feared that we'd ever be forced to and more tender then we had ever thought possible
with our seven bodies crammed onto my mattress, windows open, the wallpaper peeling and fading, and our trauma becomes washed out, more abstract and stomped out, and i know even though i dont have everything worked out