cutting the seams,
the hearts on our
sleeves, razors in
hand. you reprimand
me, grabbing my wrist,
remembering those
nights we'd kiss under
the dimming city lights.
concrete, car alarms,
her lips so near. hold me
close, in your arms, so
they won't hear. emerge
from their prison, up two
flights of stairs. but we
don't care. we don't care.
breathe in, the red-brick
wilderness, toxic air.
breathe in. on nights like
this, I swear, it is good
enough to just exist,
nowhere. together.
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