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oh, the sound of summer. I tasted your cigarettes. I am running through your doorway. Death Cab is good, you agree.
My room is hot, in the evening too. Out my window crash.
Its only the waves.
The western sky makes the stomachs of lovers turn.
Mine jumped. My insides drove me to do crazy things and caused my mouth to turn in the opposite direction of the water over the horizon.
My bad habits stayed in the bathroom. And hotels Id hope you see me stow away to. And patios, sometimes.
I secretly hoped you’d hear the whispers
From my window.
From my balcony
From him. “
Im thinking of something lovely…
Its soft…
Its you.
Oh.
Darling, you keep twisting the truth.
“
My room is hot, in the evening too. Out my window crash.
Its only the waves.
The western sky makes the stomachs of lovers turn.
Mine jumped. My insides drove me to do crazy things and caused my mouth to turn in the opposite direction of the water over the horizon.
My bad habits stayed in the bathroom. And hotels Id hope you see me stow away to. And patios, sometimes.
I secretly hoped you’d hear the whispers
From my window.
From my balcony
From him. “
Im thinking of something lovely…
Its soft…
Its you.
Oh.
Darling, you keep twisting the truth.
“
20/April/2007
213a
summer.
213a
summer.
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kinda has the feel a mixture of two tales.. 1. of the poem line.. Since I had no time for Death; Death kindly stopped for me. 2. and an Edgar Allen poe story that describes a night of madness brought upon by the heat.