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  Sep 2020 chris
Luna Pan
your words are a pampered art; combination of an italian riviera tide along with french reverie aura
chris Sep 2020
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Is it strange to miss the bodies of strangers?
  Aug 2020 chris
rk
your voice is slowly fading
your words too far
to remember clearly
but the discussion between
your fingertips
and my skin,
still blazes wildly
keeping me up at night
like a moth to a flame.
- for my love for you.
chris Aug 2020
I'll leave you words
underneath your door
underneath the singing moon

near the place where your feet may pass by
hidden in the holes of wintertime
and when you're alone for a moment

kiss me
whenever you want
- je te laisserai des mots
  Aug 2020 chris
𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎
there are just things that are left unsaid,
things that should stay the way they are,
time that was borrowed,
and needed to be turned in again
There are simply just times that you can be temporarily happy with things that are not supposed to be yours — a friend, a memory, or a pet (doesn't matter). But before you get too comfortable with it, before you try to keep it as yours, one should really bring them back to a lost and found.

If not, you might lose yourself, you see.
  Aug 2020 chris
basil
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the sun turns our thoughts into sweat
so i curse at the sky and blinding heat
for taking your voice away from me
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