We danced in perfect time
while we told our crooked lies
and smiled golden promises
between our rusted lips.
Nothing was perfect
and everything violent
in the linen landscapes
of your single cell.
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I’m not sad. I just saw some sad images in my head while listening to some music.
IT Consultant by day. Cinephile, photographer, writer, video game enthusiast, and bassist by night. No can do. Reservations at Dorsia
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