to find seasons
retURning withOuT
a siNgle Trace as if
WeCOUld condemn our voices
to struggle with themselves
i have listened to rain on rooftops
when you were not there
"our best decision is to"
grant some
voluntary pathos
a trail leads through forests
broken by rude hands and smiling
faces.
she asked him for a drink,
but he turned away.
her love was to be found somewhere among parked cars in october when the air grows cold and candy is scattered on the ground near donkeys and pieces of bread left under some arena intended for cultural events but now remaining only for rodeos and car crushes as if that is the mountaintop from which we view the best of ourselves before we turn away with disgust.
StREEtLiGHts go still with moring.
retURning withOuT
a siNgle Trace as if
WeCOUld condemn our voices
to struggle with themselves
"our best decision is to"
grant some
voluntary pathos
she asked him for a drink,
but he turned away.
her love was to be found somewhere among parked cars in october when the air grows cold and candy is scattered on the ground near donkeys and pieces of bread left under some arena intended for cultural events but now remaining only for rodeos and car crushes as if that is the mountaintop from which we view the best of ourselves before we turn away with disgust.
StREEtLiGHts go still with moring.
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