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Jan 25
he's the only thing that's ever filled me to my corners
the way apple pie and ice cream make you hot and cold inside
filling out into every crevice of your body
and keeping you home

i always thought my lungs wouldn't take it
always
gasps of air

i'm constantly looking for fresh air
to fill the corners
and he does it well
Written by
galio
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