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Cherry lipped dreaming, of nights drinking vodka slumped over ceramic bathtubs I sang in front of cracked mirrors, while blood dripped down my fingers, scrolling over digital pictures, of us in the hanging gardens, laying over each other’s bodies In front of the sun and stars, you smiled at me while you painted You put it up on the gram and never deleted it after that occasion We headed home, dancing on sidewalks against a diaspora of headlights, songs from your favourite podcasts And yet as we entered heaven, a 7/11 I saw the light in your eyes die, when I refused the kiss And your skin turned pale, when you realized the bliss, we lived was a lie It was temporary, a cosmic misdirection...View all