underneath the waves
blinded by the blue

By camden

...and then i think i hear angels in my ears
like marbles being thrown against a mirror
and along the highway where unlucky stray dogs bleed
wild sage growing in the weeds

and some days i don't miss my family
and some days i do
some days i think i'd feel better if i tried harder
most days i know it's not true
 

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