shades, scarves, & cigarettes
we are but young vignettes
carry on sweet song
carry on
but I can't
& I won't
if you think you can,
then catch me
like the rain on your tongue
catch me
i'll show you how slow i can go
the air flows freely
through the vents of this old house
in and out
breathe
in and out
you can kiss me now
if you want to
i want you to
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