smoking a cigarette on a cold night in brooklyn
and looking for the smallest sign of a moon
that might be tucked behind building tops
and i can't help but think
of how nice it would be to
climb to a rooftop and
lie down and sleep
but for the fact
that my lungs might
fill with frost
informatives
- vm
- brooklyn, ny, United States
- i sometimes create things, whether they be words, lines, or other. i will try to talk about that, and the general, here.
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