I strongly believe loneliness has a colour,
mine is green.
Your green…
The first evening
the first fallen leaves
the first smell
the first words
the endless you.
There’s an enormity in your neck bones
that I try to gaze
I try to get lost…
But the only windows in my possession
make me see your winds
that comes with every drinks
every distant addiction
and every nights that go through me with the speed of lights.
The last time I saw your nipples…I was high,
and I took it like clowns take balls out of their guts…
Take me,
ruin me,
build a blissful thorn out of bloody bones,
and let me know the unit of your love per square foot.

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Photograph: Google.