History too holds space in the present
We kiss at a party just as everyone else does but it's as if two people had never touched before
We sit at a local coffee shop and it's like half the people speaking have something to prove, the other half deadly silence
Much like our dead reflections in the newspaper. None of this ever talked about but we know
Nothing is queeer than quiet understanding
Except maybe survival
Still We wake up beside eachother and find I've stolen the blanket again in our uncluttered apartment
This is enough to forget about our existence
For awhile
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 12:33 AM UTC
History too holds space in the present
We kiss at a party just as everyone else does but it's as if two people had never touched before
We sit at a local coffee shop and it's like half the people speaking have something to prove, the other half deadly silence
Much like our dead reflections in the newspaper. None of this ever talked about but we know
Nothing is queeer than quiet understanding
Except maybe survival
Still We wake up beside eachother and find I've stolen the blanket again in our uncluttered apartment
This is enough to forget about our existence
For awhile
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