I need to run threw dusty sunsets
legs stretched out long in boxcars
orchestras of fiddles and saws
our hearts refilled like the whiskey in our jars.
this endless waltz has me hung up on thought
more so
I'am just wanting to wake up...
but its fitting...you know
sitting here in complete amenity...contemplating infinities
examining our symmetry...
without a single concept of
us
nor
we.
Im in love
with
these...
each & every single moment we speak
each &
every night that we sleep
entangled in each others body heat
just sweet
sweet
nothings
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