bloom raze i_can't_shake_this feeling_inside_of_me: she_seems_familiar_somehow. maybe_because she_told_me_last_night about_time, and_how_wings don't_matter when_your_car_crash_happens. i_think_i_need to_dance without_her to_breathe_in what_she_would_be if_we_were_ what_we_seek. if_i_was_a_tree in_the_garden of_no_consequence, her_little_whispers_like_folded_birds couldn't_drag_me_away from_the_morning. 240407 what's it to you? who go blather from