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basil Aug 2020
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i think i like it:
the way that you look at my face and feel the guilt writhe in your stomach
as you remember that you forgot me
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basil Aug 2020
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laughter became our
common tongue
as we filled our mouths
with each other's whimsy
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basil Aug 2020
i want to know the ending
without it having to end

but i cannot write our story
forever

(my knuckles are wearing away my skin
trying to write the book of us
all alone)
we're singing reprises, blue eyes.
basil Aug 2020
i'm not real enough
when the rain
is not pattering against my bones
i need rain.

08.09.2020
basil Aug 2020
i wish i could write
like i think
basil Aug 2020
his smile:
as tight as his belt
her lips:
as red as her throat

and it makes them more noticed,
but no less alone
eat something, please. <3

08.05.2020
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