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eros is a cruel ***** or i’m an idiot i think it’s both my heart hurts and it’s absurd i want to breathe the same air as you by some water
 while we grieve the passing moments

 i want to pitch a tent while the wind blows and threatens us

 and crawl inside until our bones are separated only by our skin

 and for one night lend you me and borrow you the me you imagine is a fiction but the me you imagine imagines you and that imaginary me loves you and now haunts you as you haunt me two ghosts alive 
 or dead
 only to each other -cole randall, 10 nov 2025
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC
eros
eros is a cruel ***** or i’m an idiot i think it’s both my heart hurts and it’s absurd i want to breathe the same air as you by some water
 while we grieve the passing moments

 i want to pitch a tent while the wind blows and threatens us

 and crawl inside until our bones are separated only by our skin

 and for one night lend you me and borrow you the me you imagine is a fiction but the me you imagine imagines you and that imaginary me loves you and now haunts you as you haunt me two ghosts alive 
 or dead
 only to each other -cole randall, 10 nov 2025
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stockholm
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 2:27 PM UTC
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