Wednesday, June 14, 2017

google play

your lips
my lips
apocalypse

how many times I loop
these words
during glistening rains
and suffocating tuesdays

we all have sub-plots
don't we

that we will never
think or stop thinking of
the stones we skip
across the mirror surfaces
of lakes and hearts

that are at once hate
and longing

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