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Hold me closer tiny dancer. Not too close! I am liquid nitrogen on fire. I’m still learning how to breathe my own fumes. High on my own supply. Long aqua hairs floating around in my favorite swimming pool, sage green sheets. Carnations dipped in her tender could cut glass with precision. Shattering what used to be my truth. Her entire body under one of my arms, I am weightless, and I weigh a ton. She still carries me home. Small moments like strings on a guitar. I’ll sing to her, my worst damage has already been done. Didn’t the tortoise win anyway? Infatuation ****** the hare and left before sunrise. Two bodies beaming in the darkness. Trying to make light. She wants to air out my ***** laundry, scrub the dishes, cut tiny holes in my heart. The best medicine bursts in, unexpected, Be mindful of addiction.
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Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 1:07 AM UTC
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Hold me closer tiny dancer. Not too close! I am liquid nitrogen on fire. I’m still learning how to breathe my own fumes. High on my own supply. Long aqua hairs floating around in my favorite swimming pool, sage green sheets. Carnations dipped in her tender could cut glass with precision. Shattering what used to be my truth. Her entire body under one of my arms, I am weightless, and I weigh a ton. She still carries me home. Small moments like strings on a guitar. I’ll sing to her, my worst damage has already been done. Didn’t the tortoise win anyway? Infatuation ****** the hare and left before sunrise. Two bodies beaming in the darkness. Trying to make light. She wants to air out my ***** laundry, scrub the dishes, cut tiny holes in my heart. The best medicine bursts in, unexpected, Be mindful of addiction.
I’m not ready, and that’s okay.
devon-lane
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Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 1:07 AM UTC
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