los angeles, I'm yours in formless
- June 30, 2017, 12:14 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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