How I Learned to Float Away From WindowsDean Gorman
sweeping out of the tears even worse the crowded heat pipes soaring air she never told me I’m perfect so I’m sick pretending I can pick up matchbooks & feel the sulphur sleep we gave each other away she bit my fingers me drowning in the air above her trying my best to forget about the empty car out front its lonely song I’ll learn without her this year was going to be my friends over beer mugs our eyes holding onto smoke rings lightness of the jukebox glowing brunette in the afternoon she lifted those eyes & I’m sorry to drape the rest of it around cheap gospel
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