moeandcherrycoke

we could shape the words however we wanted (we were young and running off heart to mouth) but for all intents & purposes it was goodbye it's a mixed bag of depressing to think of throwing away entire lives in boxes and bits of brokendown furniture not to confuse purpose with possessions it's just that memories have a way of soaking through skin (animate and inanimate alike) we're all four walls with stories to tell this is the sorrow and separation the last sleepless night in a hollowed out home we now conclude our broadcast lives