Sunday, June 11, 2017

1928, Golden Hour

I wanted to go back to gramophones,
and Saturday nights that requires effort,
and a receiver,
and a notepad left in the drawing room,

I wanted to go back to red velvet seating,
and pleated curtains,
and sequined headbands in the movie theater,

and I wanted things to go back to the way they were before,
even before I came to be,

even before they knew what I was missing

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