wait a while
didn’t know if I could, oh,
sister, my bruises taste like a craving, something missing from my bones. the old pavement has got something missing too, something’s been gone since my third grade.
oh, streetlight, starlight, nightlight, pacing beyond the window. sullen and silent, mouth curved to an oh.
didn’t you know? that ache in your bones in an old one, old as your soul.
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#poetry #w o a h #beautuful
ALTangel waiting at the bus stop will soon find that, freshly fallen from a higher dimension, it does not have any money for the fare, and its divine oddity will shock and blind the driver and passengers, but will not count towards any actual payment
the fucking zabuza fight/arc is actually so devastating i keep forgetting because it’s also really hilarious
