metaphors of neopolitan
and clothing stores
and whiskey drinks that are
mostly water
iced down and
cold
served like revenge
or confessions.
It really is the little things that we do
that mean anything
a kiss
a key
a sleeping girl when you come home tonight
and no worries that the future
will be bright
even though these day-to-days
and holidays are hard
like unprocessed water
and my hair is thick and breaking
in strands and headaches.
its all beautiful
its all what i want it to be,
everything i see.
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