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Cut the windows out of this shoddy homeapple cores and you laying curled up on the earth.

Heading off into abandoned horizons never felt so freeing. wake up and saddle up hitting up gas stations to take a piss. chain smoking through a crack in the door.

I laid my nest in you, brought bits of string and shiny things. took photographs: hung them frameless, intent on making the walls feel less absolute.

How do places so warm fade into obscurity; and what allows us to adapt so easily? throwing our love away strictly for material constraints.