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ashoakandthornthe lady here says to raise a toast to the best thing
in the world
—the after-typhoon cigarette?
—a gorgeous sunset falling upon the mists of
yangminshan
on a cool fall evening and you climb on
your vespa
and race off under, into, and then over
the oncoming stars?
(wrong she said)
it's pistachios
in the world
—the after-typhoon cigarette?
—a gorgeous sunset falling upon the mists of
yangminshan
on a cool fall evening and you climb on
your vespa
and race off under, into, and then over
the oncoming stars?
(wrong she said)
it's pistachios
hey locked boy - m. loncar
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hellobomb.livejournal.comshe
slipped in
the clear soak of her
hair just washed-up
into the car and
against your mouth
boy
do you like bourbon?
moved
her fingers toward
the wheel rolled
down the windows
and started the car
you’re ill and now
she’s driving playing
with her hair
whispering
this fucking moon is
pulling
me apart too
