stilettos and broken bottles
...there are power lines in our bloodlines...
October 01, 2015
in the city we don't know yet, cross the bridges not yet burned
with her shoes in her hands, i am watching her dance
i've got a slot at eye level like a speakeasy door
i do recall now the smell of the rain, fresh on the pavement
September 30, 2015
and the nighttime was the worst, it shows you all the things you've lost
February 19, 2015
like autumn turns leaves winter will breathe cold on our necks
screaming, crying, perfect storms
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