Today I wondered. Keys fell out of locks and smoke fell out of cigarettes and you fell out of me. Flowers wilted and bloomed and rags were turned to riches and old men threw quarters into fountains. Today I cut out sections of the newspaper. Stairs grew taller and streets grew longer and the air was much too hot. I felt the intense heat burn what was left of me out. I like the way you speak, but only in my head. Promises were made and broken. And broken. And broken.
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