Can you hear the rain falling to the ground?
Skin splinters to its beat, a wretching sound.
Fingernails claw at the velvet tomb,
Blood stretches upon the breathless womb.
Black feathered wings beat all around the mourned.
Blind angels call to him with a scream forlorn.
Crimson spills from within the prison,
Melding with the tears, cancelled fission.
A rush of warmth, but it’s already over.
Dead love dances, but it may never move her.
Josh 
Dude, your music is like…tribal…
And yeah.
Do you have the internet back? I bet not…because my day isn’t going well. So…you probably…died or something.
And you were supposed to come during the week sometime, and I’m like, “Hmm…Josh…is…indesposed.”And stuff.
HAH!! ::points::
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Libraries.
Dude, man.
You looked…disturbed. Like completely angry in the car.
Not just…silent like usual.
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I didn’t think you’d feel horrible because you lost the internet, actually. Anyone can live without it.
And I want to know.
And you’ll tell me.
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Well, damn!!
Now I suppose it doesn’t matter…
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Hey, HEY!
I already don’t see you for a long while.
If you make that longer…I’ll….
Josh, dude. I need you every once and a while.
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My birthday is March the 3rd.
Buddy, I better hear from you by then.
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Get in touch with me.
I’ll be talking to Betsy about getting you at school.
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