Popping champagne in place of summer downpours that we never caught a glimpse of. We were way too busy punching time cards in this NYC romance. Clocking in and out of love. When it comes to hearts, take one home or take one for the team. At least these amphetamine veins are working again.
The ceiling fan kicks the candle flame in its midsection. Bending, but not breaking. And while the bright light fights through the space it creates, I pray that your hand will forever be in my back pocket. Promise to lace your fingers with my broken bones. It won't hurt half as much as it should. Separate the numbers inside these veins and let the record skip to your voice.
Monotone weekend. Lip locking in stereo.
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