when my jeans were muddy
my wounds were recent
and I reveled in my disasters
flaunting every cast and cut
the sun would sink when I woke up
I've walked these rocks
When the smoke was thrilling
my phone was dead
and your dad had said
you had to leave
but we left a trail
your sister cried
we tried to hide
and slept in the back yard
under the moon
clothes still wet
navy green
& ocean blue
I always felt
more real with you
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