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Old 08-13-2015, 03:00 AM   #1
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dry leaves in late autumn crackle under our forearms
leaning forward. i can barely make out your sentences

make out with teenage recklessness. bottle glass & breath mints
menthol smoke / synth pop / pop culture references

twisting paper til i've breathed you alive

where's the root, she asked.
i stopped. considered the question
and told her something altogether separate.


i'm sorry
These parts were dope

The ending left me confused, those last three lines. I feel like this entire verse highlighted the narrator chasing a disconnect with someone he's intrigued by. He's confronted, and can't explain to her why he's drawn to her or validate himself to her or something.

I might be mistaken in that interpretation. However, it does emphasize the frustrating/ baseline feeling of "I just don't know", where something being elusive isn't just out of your grasp but is actually altogether apart

It's like realizing something is futile and that understanding makes you not care. Waiting for the next note in the song and it never comes


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I'm going to start off on a tangent.

when I write, lately, I feel as if I begin by stringing together ambient ideas and concepts, then i realize I'm just typing the words coffee, tawdry, and autumn over and over and over, again, then I pass out dru-
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