{ we were just kids / back then }

1. { day nine || green mermaid }, 2. { day ten || half moon }, 3. { day eleven || sitting on sunshine }, 4. { bonus }

as the small doomsday draws near,
i withdraw, i retreat, i pull back.
there is no army of me, no artillery
that can stop what is coming.
so i must find new territory. but
i don't want to leave this city i built.
it is mine. it bears my mark
in every corner, every stone, every
secret message and traffic pattern.

i will relinquish it because this is the beautiful thing to do:
to sweat and bleed and cry; to create; to love; to let go.

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