The roof at dusk becomes your midnight. Neon promises blur to life. Music hangs in the air between us. I gift you all of my sorrow, and you weave it into sheer delight.
Somewhere, inside you, I am a vibrant young man whose eyes are bluer than his heart.
The long notes make you sigh in my ear. Make you kiss me with an aeolian laugh which turns to breath that I can taste in my mouth. With sentience it weaves around the fire escapes.
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The roof at dusk becomes your midnight. Neon promises blur to life. Music hangs in the air between us. I gift you all of my sorrow, and you weave it into sheer delight.
Somewhere, inside you, I am a vibrant young man whose eyes are bluer than his heart.
The long notes make you sigh in my ear. Make you kiss me with an aeolian laugh which turns to breath that I can taste in my mouth. With sentience it weaves around the fire escapes.
To you.