All My Friends, 2

Chapter one is when he’s asleep in the back of any car at this point, destination determined and reception questionable but path mapped out, at least what we say mapped out is because we have bird breaths. The wind is the kind of colder where you say we can taste it on our tongues so we sugar drown it out and laugh like this is nothing to us. To us ten days are ten years are ten lives meeting once again; I have all our black and whites pressed on my walls so remind me these are days we will wish for on cake candles thirty years from now and thirty years from then we’ll wish for candles at all. The only mistake I could ever make was not loving you hard enough with tender enough touches.


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