4 am

she rose like a dead elephant, like an unconsciousness cookie surrounding my breath. the city wept painfully upon her touching.

will you hold me tonight, or will your bones stay cold inside my bed like Ziggy’s desire for a fresh start?

pale sorrow and moonlight, we never had a chance.

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