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  Jun 2020 Chance
Izze
fresh corn and caprese for dinner
late-evening golden sun

watermelon sugar plays in the kitchen, drowning out the sound of the hand mixer laboring over the whipped cream--

mom sways gently at the sink. strawberry heads fall softly into the drain.


my heart is so warm
i wrote this last night while i was high out of my mind lmaooo i hope y'all enjoy
  Jun 2020 Chance
Izze
sweet exhale... sun-chapped lips sing eagerly of love.
you speak with such pure, blissful blindness.

her cold fingers sculpt carefully the heartbreak... but lost is whose heart makes up the rubble crushed beneath her pointed boot.

the hurt i carry with me is inescapable... the universe seldom graces me with smiles.

"loving" someone like that is straight sin: sacrilegious, like wearing jeans to ash wednesday. she doesn't fit.

your stubbornness is infuriating
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