I stand above the building of what seems like the edge of the world. The wind blows a soft hum as my eyes make love to moon. “Were you listening?”, my heart asks. Beneath me is a clutter of city lights— opaque and blurred. I pull for a stick of cigar but a crumpled paper falls out of my pocket instead. Ah, love breaks my bones but here I am laughing with cupid’s cabal. “Were you listening?”, this time it’s my voice. The moon is in absolute silence. An utter quiet that precedes a crackling mirth.
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This one is inspired by Bukowski’s quote: “Love breaks my bones and I laugh.”
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