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Sep 9
having opened
doors in my heart

your golden flecked
eyes grow large
and my soul feels small
sitting in the firey obscurity
of two hazel moons.

the scathing repetitiveness
of my thousand tiny emotional
choices to care, to love you;
from afar

Pretending my proximity
to you can ever maintain
distance within these walls
i'll leave soon but I
now call home

and you twist my insides
when I just wanna hold you
and tell you its alright

invisible to your moon
light i think you know
queer and tired and complainy
Written by
Kitten Yvad
     Imran Islam and Diya
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