I take a walk into the parkour graveyard, looking for Polish dealers and cellphone halos. I heard Thoth resides in sobriety, but words fail me whenever you are near.
I let my tongue run in endless stutters, disguising 'I love you' as some off-hand request. I could take you to dinner, I could show you a longing without the need for ***.
This late-night food has lost its flavour. This ******* never picked up. All that is left is to dial these numbers, and wait by the window for any car but yours.
Let's take a walk to the railway bridge. We'll smoke a joint by the open forest. You'll push your breath into mine, make me high, and forget why I ever felt so low.