There is more than one way to cover a temple in platinum. Maybe we both long for an era when there were less things record death. In the interview they asked if you believe love at first sight. You said I think have to. didn’t say are all hard storm away from dissolving vanishing into frenzied dusk. But get it. know what it walk mouth of unfamiliar morning and feel everything. touch hands with stranger who gives me my change market already their history. suppose this survival. will those no else thinks remember. This that promised: be decade born not make out alive. All rooftops where parties year becoming now dust. No dances so close sky anymore. I too am romantic mean never expected survive long. infinite skin. keep dry rain comes. always another bright suits don’t quite fit but must. cameras hungry whatever sins can strangle night. spoon boys lick sugar from.