i'm sorry i was so content to sit on the peripheries of your universe
i was concerned with lesser goddesses
on the bright side, we made it to this point in the end
what about those years we missed
there's been a love story every day of our lives together and
every photographer and guitarist you fucked before me was a page in flames
i love that smell
there's fire, and a somber saxophone, i think
and we can't see the milky way, good
my remorse is a formality
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