Violence it ripped through the old dogwood fence. See the hope, see it unravel

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we'll sleep out in the garden, and if it rains, we'll just sink in to the mud where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is and there is no clocks or phones to wake us up because i have learned that nothing is as pressing, as the one who is pressing would like you to believe, and i am content to walk a little slower because there is nowhere that i really need to be. i find that life is easier when it is just a blur, with no details to confuse who or what or where i was. so when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure, but these are days we dream about. when the sunlight paints us gold and this apartment could not be prettier as when we danced up there alone.
this tv is old, the color is fucked, do you see the difference in the shades?
but the green is still close to green, my love, and i believe we are the same and we'll stay like this, all gold and green. the light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
and if you close your eyes, we will always be the way we were that night. you crawled inside of me and you slept in my blood the way you sleep now. the quietest hush has consumed this house, and when the doctors are gone and you sweat through the bed. with all these pictures and pills they piled around your head. just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything
was it just a dream?
it's too vague now to recount. and outline of the one you loved in a life that was not longer will be stands above you as you sleep.