The intensity of the air tarries
upon my liable lips...

You first came across her
at the Amtrak station in Waterloo...

The name of a child seemed
miniscule at the time when fresh rooms...

While she peers
over my shoulder, and calls you...

Philadelphia skyline is everything but art
when I call for the sun to sink honey...

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Heavy...

Memory,
a composition of similes...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

and i'm leaning against
a rusted Chevy truck...

"Come a bit closer, I need your help
with this&quot...