it’s the good ship

things, they happen for a reason

i’ve never been a girl for all seasons

i’m a fall

fall into you

we fall out

the leaves fall around me in piles of orange and red

it’s the tiny little whisper i can barely hear inside my head

but here we are in summer

toasted toes and sunburned noses

i just might sleep until saturday

or pinch me when we get there

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