The ache of mornings and cold lungs. The hangover of exertion drunkeness. Fantasizing about a quiet backyard wilderness. Haloed in the distance by burning cities. The inevitable future of deep lines and gray hair. The malignant and welcome growth of heterodox silence. Evenings spent in a thin slice of paradise, excised from the corrosion. Exhausting of orgasms in the filth of a fractured lover. Studying how to want in the fading sunlight. Preparing for the hysteria of codependence. And a surfeit of sleep.
12:07 p.m. - 2020-12-03
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