build something
tall a smokestack of homes, a future
like this but big , arms leaping towards the
door , the window is not very far
from the front porch stuffy with cigarettes
, you catch me with sameness
staring up from the corner to see you , bright
round looking
i felt you before you handed me your name
i hear myself
our pants piled together on the floor.
december already
still everything soon.
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