Let’s just find each other through the process of unloving two soul ridden seeds. 

Unwrapping the motion towards yellow lights. 

Let’s just become two smothering pavements; 

pierced by a road. 

No sudden pleasures of dimensionless intercourses and no disappearances from trippy nights…

The romanticism of two parallel blood maze. 

Let’s just finish every obscurity of comfortable lavenders and shivering undressings  

and let ourselves caught in the wheels of blue bicycle. 

We can’t wait for the death to come in our careless sunsets…but we can always confuse that dumbass by doing things all over again.

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Photograph: Google.