los angeles, I'm yours in formless

  • June 30, 2017, 6:14 p.m.
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salty skin
tastes like the fire burning

hold me tight I am falling
my heart
was the beginning and not the end

do you feel it pounding so
as the sun beats us down

melting me into nothing
silver copper gold
we were jewels and now
drips onto dirty concrete


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