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The slightly reflective bathroom stall wall showed me at my best
I buried myself in your fantasizing photos and your wavering words.
i framed myself inside a coffin as an architect of ache.
these days and nights run together;
oceans dream tides take
as beaches bring the lovely strangers in and out of our lives.
vacationers cut feelings,
hearts as souvenirs.
i framed myself inside a coffin as an architect of ache.
these days and nights run together;
oceans dream tides take
as beaches bring the lovely strangers in and out of our lives.
vacationers cut feelings,
hearts as souvenirs.
Published 21st Jul 2018
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