fall in love

"fall in love"

i hope you are placing your memories of

me in wrought iron picture

frames. us posing with comedic gestures or

simple kisses on the

cheek.

sculpting in the

dark; hopeful and unclear.

admittedly, i was a moth to a flame,

bound to burn eventually and

it's a real shame.

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Between cigarettes and whiskey I get so fucking sick and tired. My lack of will is a little bit disconcerting and I'm not exactly proud of the way I've been living. Maybe it's best to leave out my heart and begin again rather than to write sour rhetoric.

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I remember the goosebumps on your legs and the way the sun hit your freckles in the park. There were hints of green in the dead grass and hits of color in the cold moist ground.

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I used to walk down the alleys and think of all the people who got off the immigrant boats and set foot in our little port town. I wondered if they'd walk down this same alley one day and see the stars the way I saw them when I was walking with my hands in my pockets. I believe alleys are the veins of the city. Tiny stone paved capillaries.