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[atenderhooligan]

time is passing slowly now, in the hours before morning when the sunrise and a plane ride will bring me to you.

you pick her out- the girl with a giraffe
the heat is rising off the pavement and-
the drive holds promise of beginnings
as the trees give way to beaches-to waves
landscapes archaic littered from more violent nights
this imposing vastness, as my love, is boundless

this is my heart