Sat, 02/20/2016 - 14:01 -- grausam

airplane basslines grind cityscapes
and we're swaddled in prisms 
of electrical amber; 
your love's so easy to swallow 
and it feels like we're glowing,
it kills me so slowly- gentle,
like cigarette smoke. 
(i breathe you in) 


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