for emma.

narrator:

(so apropos:

saw death on a sunny snow)



him:

“for every life…”



her:

“forgoe the parable.”



him:

“seek the light.”



her:

“…my knees are cold.”



(running home, running home, running home, running home…)



her:

“go find another lover;

to bring a… to string along.”



“with all your lies,

you’re still very lovable.”



“i toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago.” 


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