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a breeze scatters the ashes from my cigarette all over my legs and onto the ground now they make tiny mountains of rubble along with burning villages where it's lights out before their inhabitants could even think of worshipping the sun parting lovers never have much to say but i think i'll write their names somewhere and forge my signature on a love letter meant for an ocean that is inexhaustibly rocking while cursing the moon for always pushing it away when it's just trying to fill her craters the spoils of history go towards making impermanent things permanent on things impermanent like the arms of those unknown and like my backpack swallowing pens maybe it wouldn't happen if we stopped romanticizing the ink my body falls in pieces from the heavens while you're on earth mingling with the best of them and it's not until halfway through a cosmopolitan that you realize you forgot to catch me and now the ants on the ground are getting stuck on a love that could have been have you ever noticed the shape of hearts gives them a symmetry that makes them capable of being folded and neatly tucked away out of all the people you've met in your life how many of them would you reach in your pocket and unfold one for if there's a reason i've melted it's because my cigarette tastes an awful lot like you
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 2:26 PM UTC
travel size hearts ii (the universe is slowly dying and so are we)
a breeze scatters the ashes from my cigarette all over my legs and onto the ground now they make tiny mountains of rubble along with burning villages where it's lights out before their inhabitants could even think of worshipping the sun parting lovers never have much to say but i think i'll write their names somewhere and forge my signature on a love letter meant for an ocean that is inexhaustibly rocking while cursing the moon for always pushing it away when it's just trying to fill her craters the spoils of history go towards making impermanent things permanent on things impermanent like the arms of those unknown and like my backpack swallowing pens maybe it wouldn't happen if we stopped romanticizing the ink my body falls in pieces from the heavens while you're on earth mingling with the best of them and it's not until halfway through a cosmopolitan that you realize you forgot to catch me and now the ants on the ground are getting stuck on a love that could have been have you ever noticed the shape of hearts gives them a symmetry that makes them capable of being folded and neatly tucked away out of all the people you've met in your life how many of them would you reach in your pocket and unfold one for if there's a reason i've melted it's because my cigarette tastes an awful lot like you
new version of an older poem from my book anywhere but here
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 2:26 PM UTC
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