Piss-stained is the color of leaves falling, we say goodbye to ourselves like to lost lovers, ripping up old love letters, tripping whiskey into the distance,
coarse wood chips of dockside hearts burned on future November bonfires spouting unholy flames, burning ourselves on the stake but once these harbor crane streets were ours & our fervent love in the making, not living on borrowed
breath or dying time, joyriding, unafraid of not wearing masks amidst the garish masquerade & someone who made us laugh & love despite ourselves was all we lived for
- remember?
I do.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
Piss-stained is the color of leaves falling, we say goodbye to ourselves like to lost lovers, ripping up old love letters, tripping whiskey into the distance,
coarse wood chips of dockside hearts burned on future November bonfires spouting unholy flames, burning ourselves on the stake but once these harbor crane streets were ours & our fervent love in the making, not living on borrowed
breath or dying time, joyriding, unafraid of not wearing masks amidst the garish masquerade & someone who made us laugh & love despite ourselves was all we lived for
- remember?
I do.
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