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[twoweektreasure]

An airplane, devoured by condesation, blind and bouyant.
Nowhere, longing for nothing left behind.
Previous bedfellows scattered cross-country.
Sixty-eight seasons stole sections of heart
Below lies a quilt, cotton faces sewn with cerebral thread.
Countless lives blink like dead stars.
Drip, fade, vanish.

Comments

[cnnxcore]

I wish I knew you better.

[twoweektreasure]

Want to?
Let me know next time you come home and we'll get to know eachother over some sophisticated cocktails... (or cheap boxed wine...either way.)
By the way- you still owe me an autographed picture of your ass.