ATLAS OF JEREMIAH
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between the bars
Here’s looking at you, kid.
Nothing more to say.
I have lost all hope in you and in all my friends. I hope you start telling the truth, start remembering a year and a half. I want to die and this urge is easiest to forget when you’re not renting out hotels in someone else’s name. Just throw me to the dogs.  It’s easier that way. Less painful. Quieter.
Pink moon.
You didn’t say anything as he threw me down with a wooden board I cant see the end of my arm in the storm yet it’s Tenfold my reach it’s like broken glass shouting and mountain songs When you are caught in the brush you’ve lost to your wile  What if I dont rush to grab you dear And the eyes in the trees the stream on the breeze I only see frozen places and shadows of rapture on the shore