Lost most of my demons in gardens and drowned all the rest in some battery acid. A decade of pain burned in a second like blue fire on absinthe. The sky wasn't there when i was born, but the stars weren't paying attention. Came in with a scream, hope i clock out with a smile. The garden is waiting, my nature's impatient. We'll meet in the ocean, drawn to sleep by the motion. We'll die with the sunset, no more cries just a whisper.
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