Winter's steam screams, scaling nostrils, stigmata forming on sweaty palms adorned with woollen maps and heart attacks, we lost ourselves in treasure maps. smokey whisps of gunpowder, double barrelled and helpless regret, a tide of americana washing out from a sun-soaked bay. a stones throw from hearts and homes, longing is gone. golden pillars of forgotten promise radiate and gently admonish warm skin with cold truth but still we look forward into the sun. winter's steam screams, scalding nostrils, stigmata forming on sweaty palms adorned with woolen wraps and treasure maps, we lost our friends to heart attacks. wishing away wonderment, washing away lust, walking off conceit, waking up older. buried in books, bereaved and platonic, the hipflask promises to unmask all we know and never knew. avenues and rendez-vous, your cobblestones and your bag of bones, we're digging up words that we can't quite remember but we plan to dismember a stones throw from hearts and homes.
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