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we eat ice cream and say things that don’t matter,
then s c a t t e r her to the setting sun.
I love this poem. Every day deserves one. I love that she’s lowercased, emphasizing her sunset death.
Every day’s a great day for ice cream and for saying things that don’t matter. Because it all does, of course.
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I love this poem. Every day deserves one. I love that she’s lowercased, emphasizing her sunset death.
Every day’s a great day for ice cream and for saying things that don’t matter. Because it all does, of course.