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“I can’t, I’m sorry, it’s getting late.” she says, walking with a purpose, like the place she has to be will actually take her in with the same warmth she gives it There’s a whole lotta **** going on, if you think about it, It’s kinda like the cracks in the sidewalks know our steps before we even take them, as if they’ve been here before us I’ve been here before you, I think, I muster up the strength, Feeling all of it, all the time, yeah, I don’t feel how exhausting it is, I’m too focused on you to care The night we taught each other’s bones how to death dance back to life, I prayed for the first time since I was a child, It’s like it’s all playing in reverse It’s soft, and supple, and sweet, your skin, tasting like every good thing, And I can just tell that you’ve been practicing for this, I can tell because I have too, and we look the exact same when we lay under the same ceiling, our breathing reverberating off of each other like it’s been rehearsed, for years For years / I haven’t noticed the reflection / on purpose / it made me too scared I can feel the sun inside of your skin when we touch, Like a hot fire, I could care less about putting out, So I’ll Feel it / Feel it / Feel it Come on baby, come on baby, Feel it / Feel it / Feel it And the lights stay on, just so I can know you’ll catch my every glance
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
Feel it
“I can’t, I’m sorry, it’s getting late.” she says, walking with a purpose, like the place she has to be will actually take her in with the same warmth she gives it There’s a whole lotta **** going on, if you think about it, It’s kinda like the cracks in the sidewalks know our steps before we even take them, as if they’ve been here before us I’ve been here before you, I think, I muster up the strength, Feeling all of it, all the time, yeah, I don’t feel how exhausting it is, I’m too focused on you to care The night we taught each other’s bones how to death dance back to life, I prayed for the first time since I was a child, It’s like it’s all playing in reverse It’s soft, and supple, and sweet, your skin, tasting like every good thing, And I can just tell that you’ve been practicing for this, I can tell because I have too, and we look the exact same when we lay under the same ceiling, our breathing reverberating off of each other like it’s been rehearsed, for years For years / I haven’t noticed the reflection / on purpose / it made me too scared I can feel the sun inside of your skin when we touch, Like a hot fire, I could care less about putting out, So I’ll Feel it / Feel it / Feel it Come on baby, come on baby, Feel it / Feel it / Feel it And the lights stay on, just so I can know you’ll catch my every glance
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
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