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some girl

the hill is in his head
i listened while buildings kept walking
open me, rock fire
she said face into mine
the sky is driftwood
rock his head open
i think i am driftwood
his head opened birds
seagulls werent very nice
no, im not a tree burning eggs
you lost my four tides
we were not a city
go pinch my babysitter
open his pillows
he's alone in his head