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Crescent City Love Story
First love with brass in the walls.
First love in New Orleans does not stay innocent long. Humidity enters the embrace. The Mississippi keeps time while two bodies learn the cost of meaning it.
Touch is not metaphor here. It is weather you carry into other rooms.
Eternal is a tourist word. Accurate is returning after the fight, or not returning and calling that honest.
The brass on the corner still plays for whoever is left dancing.
JV · Dark Heart Labs