place’s a mess
couldn’t care less
down on the floor
praying for more
clenched in drapes
embracing shapes
in dripping wet
when eyes met
holding breaths
fading depths
as spirits combine
our stars align
and all you got
is what I’m not
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 12:15 AM UTC
place’s a mess
couldn’t care less
down on the floor
praying for more
clenched in drapes
embracing shapes
in dripping wet
when eyes met
holding breaths
fading depths
as spirits combine
our stars align
and all you got
is what I’m not
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