It 's a rough distance flowing salt on the skin
I feel the heat inside
and we can not share.
wings that are only fried chicken and laughter in uniform
of not more than cheek
dug me a frown. It happens while driving
with Travis after work
usual running and do not know why you think. And I wish you were here
in my competition of Rome
to Sarah at Como'N
and boots of the police on the day of Federica
tapes and soft light of Ariadne.
I know you're in this
but since April two thousand and scratches.
And I think now that you laugh
see socks, faces, cities
I see you say "I was right" when you talk of
white bags and mobile phone numbers
hanging tree on Christmas Day.
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