The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain


your tongue tastes of ash. your skin tastes of salt.
your wounds, of copper. your sweat, of malt.
and your lips?
your lips taste like me.

*found on a bathroom wall at club dredd eastwood*

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