There’s a lingering absence in this evening town…
the love in the noir roads and musical river,
the curve created by my two hands
and you are inside that fulfillment.
I have forgotten this city long time ago…I have forgotten these verses long time ago,
but again you are giving me balloons to sail through infinity.
The simplicity with which people walk on the darkest of corners and the audacity with which people kiss the lips being on their toes,
define togetherness… define the immersion and the concurrency…
My cat lady…my result of exploring the madness…
I have getting the vibes again, I am starting to suck whiskey again…
with the everyday deaths of the poor elementalist.

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Photograph: Lexie Center.

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