happy pill

Pressing his palm against me, feeling how it pulsates/warm as whisky on rye/switch on the radio and hear the sibilant s of the host/nothing is more beautiful than a city at night/the bokeh effect brought on by the rain/there will never be a right time to shed you/with so many words to describe love, only the simples one come/my mission is to complete the challenge of life/when I’m through, you’ll be waiting/loving you is like burning/addicted to the intensity/making love to your grave

this roll of film was
found by the taxi rank where
my heart was broken

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