#in bishkek you suffer death by a thousand sunsets. your world is white and lilac and mountainous. you learn about the joy of

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she says my heart is yours, from the caspian shores.

#in astana there is haunting symmetry. in the summer there are flowers breathing fresh air and fumes. in the winter ice covers the park #sole-deep so you let the LCD screen advertisements warm your heart. the serpent offers her a gold apple from a brass tree. #she bites the serpent. in london a biochemistry graduate becomes obsessed and beautiful. she designs gene sequencing devices. #she says the rubber components smell like cinnamon. #in tashkent the trees shine under the sun and the sky is vast. by the blue pond and the tall marble spires you see the fractal patterns #on the ceiling in her eyes. she feels like a strobe light firing onto your eyelids. she takes revenge. you can hear the water droplets fall #from into the fountain. she tells you about cre-lox knockout and how you should head into the city cafe and you cant #stop staring into her eyes and you can't listen very well. when she laughs all your hearts almost become an ocean. #in bishkek you suffer death by a thousand sunsets. your world is white and lilac and mountainous. you learn about the joy of #taking without giving. backstage of the opera theatre you kiss him again and again and again until briefly you are the apex. #in tehran the sun is almost as fervent as their full-up lungs (it takes up the span of your window. crisp edges through a particulate storm #they spend an hour making a 10-minute ride to chamran and the wheels are melting. the two girls in the car spend that time wisely. #the air is filled with smog so she breathes her instead. you like how she looks at you like she'll rip you apart. #here they sold the mountaintops. the girls take a brother'a army-issued rifle to the forest with them. #she says she could start a war. she says my heart is yours، from the caspian shores.