we opened a door a piece inside the same moment
crushing dry wall
knobs meet in the center
brass bends under flagrance
flown to the rafters
fuck it / the dust sleeps
we wore headphones blaring opposite beats
timbre not the opposition
wolves lapping the backs of our teeth
mesh prints scatter the bottoms of our feet
horizontal
our thesi pass and we are the same
contrast
outside thunk
the tones daft
the back of my knees quiver
I feel the muscles tighten in my ass
the morning after we will invent the revolving door
I need you to break my heart.
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