Freckles on the back of your neck, speckled out on a surface flat. Glass shards on the floor, you never can be sure. You're a mess and I like you for that. Sunday, caught you fading away stressing out on what the future holds. Blood stains on the floor, you were certain, you were sure, but darling, all I see are the freckles on our shoulders. Getting older never seemed so fun, so let's lay in the sun. Darling, we'll both be speckled in time.
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