Between the Law and Longing
The city at midnight is a quiet confession. I stand under these
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The Taste of Your Gaze
I can feel you watching me. Not just with your eyes, but
Silver Strands and Asphalt Veins
I’ve spent my life debugging the glitches in other people'
The Indigo Interval Between Heartbeats
I stand here as a living exhibit, draped in denim that mimics
Chromium Heartbeat Under a Cobalt Sky
The city below is a blur of muted grays and tired concrete,
The Fragile Geometry of Us
I have calculated the probability of our encounter to be nearly zero,
The Weightlessness of Your Warmth
I am drifting. The city outside my window is a heavy thing—
The Architecture of a Single Touch
I have forgotten the names of colors. In this city, life is
The Quiet Hum of Us
The city outside my window is a blur of cold neon and
Where My Heart Learns to Bloom Again
I left the city when my spirit felt like a wilted fern
The Glass Heart's Rain-Slicked Thaw
I am made of fractures and frozen light, a delicate mosaic held
The Heat Beneath My Fingertips
The city air is always too cold, a sterile wind that tastes
