- Sometimes the only thing holding us together is that you cried when I got lost in Rome
- you were the only one who would go swim with me at night
- sneak out of the hotel into the sea
- only one who would lay with me in the middle of the street to look at fucking streetlights
- the sky is never entirely dark around here
- but like sick yellowish milk.
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