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Aug 2018
you make me want to
***** fruitful words
they spill down my chin
you make lovesickness tangible
my forearms tingle from missing the circles
you trace into my skin
effortlessly
my mind twists itself in sailors knots with thoughts of
you
i go to school by the water
i have always thought the sunsets were beautiful
but once the sun has set it’s easy
to turn away from a sky full of stars

you are a galaxy
my mind craves the expansion
so I can
find the most lonely crevices of you
and make them whole again.
Written by
Alleigh Peterson  21/washington, d.c.
(21/washington, d.c.)   
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