When I think of you I want to explode. You are
a belly full of stardust, devouring constellations
at will. This makes me wish I had a time machine.
You always taste the same but the day taste different.
Some love lasts forever. Some love. I burned your
name into my arm with fire. For what?
A weight hits me hard. Philadelphia never
meant shit to me until you swallowed it
whole. I am ready to leave. I am ready to
say goodbye. I am ready to love again.
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