Nipping on earbuds
Frosty crackling intimacy
Voicemails unreturned
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
Nipping on earbuds
Frosty crackling intimacy
Voicemails unreturned
The idea of the title of this poem almost being as long as the poem itself amuses me a lot. I feel like it kinda suggests that, more often than not, the stories we tell ourselves about relationships, the content of them, are often much simpler than the labels and titles we associate with them.
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