remember when we would
slowdance beneath indifferent
stars when you weren't backstroking
through my blood?
yea, me neither.
but that image sure hangs pretty
in a frame, right?
me,
so many questions.
as restless as unbroken bathroom mirrors.
I don't know where this is leading.
there are threads between all that,
I promise.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
remember when we would
slowdance beneath indifferent
stars when you weren't backstroking
through my blood?
yea, me neither.
but that image sure hangs pretty
in a frame, right?
me,
so many questions.
as restless as unbroken bathroom mirrors.
I don't know where this is leading.
there are threads between all that,
I promise.
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