The bar is familiar but feels too far, you live in the alphabet avenues now. Midnight arrives too soon, the world falls apart, she says I wish I knew you were at the bottom but the point is your tears do not help me at the bottom of the well and I am well aware. Let’s look at birthday homes instead.
June is beautiful, mild, sunny in the mornings and the corners just where you need it, June lies ahead ripe with potential. She says let’s pick a safe word, then disappears into anecdotes of how they fail.
I’ll stick to the sunshine,
if you don’t mind.
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