Cityscapes

we’re here quiet dancing in london still you are like a tulip when there are tulips behind you and i can’t decide what you’re like

realise that i would like to fuck a mountain of you yes you are haunting my kneebacks yes you are haunting my chest through my tshirt at night yes you are haunting 360° of some shitty ferris wheel

we’re here realise that at every moment you’re the only visible part of an infinite invisible conga line ok now imagine crying wearing shorts it’s hard to do

tonight we share a moon toothpaste this blue-­‐orange night sky a fucked up trestle table

we’ve stopped quiet dancing in london now i’m alone with you with a crane in the distance congratulations tonight our lives will change 0% in every direction

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