

To a roommate, antesunriseIn the night someone left a love note on our door and it's ours because it was for both of us, and I really wonder who has the time to catch us each up in an arm and love us until our bones break, because we are fighters, because we were runners since the day we were born.To a roommate, antesunrise
I come home to find you've made a grotto of the room and soaked it in wine. Red dew should be running down the furniture, the air is so heavy. You've left Chris Martin on the airwaves and I strip for the bright light, for the steam rising from construction across the street out
-Snuf
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"One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it." ~Vincent van Gogh
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