And the head is always lighter and less on his shoulders.
I love the kisses, and smiles with his eyes half-closed facts after one of them.
I have the lip balm in my pocket, and all is delirium.
She vomits in an empty flower vase and the two of them dancing with CCCP eyebrows drawn with eyeliner.
I love you, night, love you and I would burn in the sun.
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