ncortezi
cut off your losses in the end, whiskey in the glass is
easier than a shitty manhatten. i don't think about it much anymore
and that's making all the difference. god grant me the gift of
hindsight so i keep making the same mistakes.
the avenue's backbone bends, spilling out into the courtyard. she walks all bird of prey, the sunlight glancing off starched white sleeves and khakis.
here comes the swamp, the black tar that surrounds you
but you could never be called a beast
scifi movies poster eyes sending death rays
into the audience
fear is an interesting word
for something i do not know
but for someone i do love
baby i flew from your out reached arms,
and i fell to no certain soft landings
so move me, find your roots inside
and ill move out from the dark holes
to keep you whole
my feet sink into the sand floor when you dipped my pale body into the sea
the grit in pore confrontation would scratch my sheets
and the moonlight pouring from your eyes didnt help
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