we needed to get out of here for a while.
maybe we could try to starve ourselves of this town.
start a fire.
throw our cigarettes in the river, followed by our feet.
the flames send the stars from the sky & we've replaced them with our hands.
i've never known nights like these, where voices are lifted up in smoke, eyes are closed but hearts are opened.
maybe it's possible to starve ourselves of this town.
i have always labored over lies,
though i have never labored over so many words.
i have always been good at holding my tongue,
but i have never found so much difficulty in silence.
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