lit.tle too latté

feeling good is always great, but like sparks fly, they are lit from a flame and like my green beans flourish my lung feels blown and flown and piercing,
*tries to be too poetic and gets a jumbled mess.*
Stop it. 1 – 10 BABY.

Don’t you dare judge me. 

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