"yrs & yrs"
summer is lacking july's blissful cannonades. fireworks
in darkness have lost their
meaning. when the night comes our hearts burst as
geysers do; louder than indoor
voices.
though the days are hot there is no urgency
in the way we speak.
i'll spend my days
studying the holes in the
clouds while you're rewiring and
rebuilding your deepest
traits.
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