L. Bangs (lbangs) wrote,
L. Bangs
lbangs

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You're Not Going Anywhere / He's Coming Up the Stairs / And in a Moment...





Drizzling

The leaves are lost to life
And restless,
Rustling empty in every evening gust.

Your rounded cheekbone
Fitted under mine,
Your furnace-blown breath
Down my neck,
The scent of thick lipstick,

And this is all,
The minutes sand
Abandoned to receding waves.


- 2/6/17
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