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i kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
i rode alone.
you said, "the cinders are falling like snow."
there is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
of blue and grey.
strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
the sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.
~untitled, afi
