"The summer's wild
And I've been waiting for you all this time
I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?
Summer's hot but I've been cold without you
I was so wrong not to tell, I'm in regine, tangerine dreams"
-Lana Del Ray, Salvatore
Our memories clung to your tears, like a fettered lullaby whisperin' into your ears. Oh dear, our lachrymose tragedies; they were ineffable. Perhaps, maybe there is more to this story, and that maybe, I will possibly like the ending. This is no longer my town now, my salvatore. This town is ours now. This town belongs to us. This town screams the symphonies of silence in our name. This town loves us to the bones, and I can feel its peripatetic altruism drown into the cracks of our freezing hands. Gone are the days where we were exiled out of this place, so don't go now. There will be more to this story, and I promise you, both of us will like the ending.
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