teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

carabellum:

hey someone be my Valentine okay

we can ride carousels and walk the canals of our city, watching the rip tide. we’ll be vagabonds and see our scenic world, visiting Bratislava and Brandenburg and Venice, sending postcards from Italy. we’ll listen to the Gulag Orkestar and after the curtain we’ll eat with forks and knives and I’ll tell you about my night with the prostitute from Marseille as you show me your sunday smile in a candle’s fire.

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