if you have had your midnights

How to pack someone out of your life	The Sun sets on Subtractive Lives	I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned	mine
If you want lonely I will give you white water flapping against a little boat	Thinking that the wisteria is making me homesick	wisteria	Irvine, California
Urban astronomy	Oleander	The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus	I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
I still write you love letters	I don't care what you've heard: It's hard to get laid in New York City	Noders' poetry	Troy
Swansea	oxytocin	biology

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