Five minutes late for every disappointment. A speck at the bottom of the East River vs. the spark in her Dominican eyes. Sometimes it feels like cords of electricity make up the veins in our bodies. My in-vital organs are bored without her.Longing to rewind and record those endless nights and sunrise surprises. Heads on chests. Listening for secrets, or a heart to beat your name.
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