don’t think I have a body anymore but a house of cards, will find anything a good reason to crumble, henceforth. there are late violets blooming on my legs, ashes in my inner pocket from a cigarette I refused to forget. one of those that go on burning forever.
missing V. often feels like post-apple sticky hands, loud coughing or bad thin coffee, I don’t know, ‘wish I could be with you right now, somewhere, and we could make the
world real again’, and until then someone should hand us both balancing poles for tightrope walking.
always all the rights words, E.
+Friday Jan 1 @ 12:32pm
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