Saturday, June 28, 2014

June 29, 2014 1:40am

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze 

I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful -
These are truly the last days" 

You grabbed my hand 
And we fell into it
Like a daydream 
Or a fever 




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