Now I’m officially home— grilled cheese truck.swcecrr (Taken with instagram)
beetles and bugs do not have any gods
but the wind and the rain and the stars.
the people, misunderstanding,
chose to bottle them up in their jars.
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to birds the thunder sings loudly.
to leopards the lightning is quick.
to people, the seas have been parted,
and the dark is the end of a wick.
cold here under your feet
I lie in the ground with dirt for a bed
but I am not dead, no I am not dead.
bugs in my liver and worms in my head,
I have been buried but I am not dead.
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you cannot miss me, you should not cry,
for I did not die, no I did not die.
he visits my grave and I wonder why,
our love did not perish and neither did I.
