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I love the smell of that oil the one I rub in your hair the one that clings to my hands and to my skin slowly seeping in I can almost hear it..... nestle in my molecules becoming becoming you. I love the sound of that door the one that scrapes on the hardwood floor the one that announces me and lets me in slow..ly I can almost see it lodging in my brain. becoming, becoming you. I love the taste of that lavender the one that we killed... the one that clung to your breath and to your fingertips delicate I can almost smell it settle in my bones... becoming, becoming you.
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
Old Love
I love the smell of that oil the one I rub in your hair the one that clings to my hands and to my skin slowly seeping in I can almost hear it..... nestle in my molecules becoming becoming you. I love the sound of that door the one that scrapes on the hardwood floor the one that announces me and lets me in slow..ly I can almost see it lodging in my brain. becoming, becoming you. I love the taste of that lavender the one that we killed... the one that clung to your breath and to your fingertips delicate I can almost smell it settle in my bones... becoming, becoming you.
Austen-girl
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
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