Longing and Melancholy

Say it with frost on your teeth,

deep space is cold.

Has butane?

Madrid is coming.

Or we are coming to Madrid.

She’s always been.

And waiting.

Has oxygen.

She’ll see you through

to the end.


K. Shawn Edgar | Thief of Fate | Lounge Bunny | Tangerine Juicebox Smuggler

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