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starving burning moonlight screaming onto your skin you turn to me and say, is this okay? is this good enough? and i say, god. god, it's perfect. and that's all it takes: you, shining in the doorway of a broken motel room, and me in your shadow.
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
reductio ad absurdum
starving burning moonlight screaming onto your skin you turn to me and say, is this okay? is this good enough? and i say, god. god, it's perfect. and that's all it takes: you, shining in the doorway of a broken motel room, and me in your shadow.
buckybarnes
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
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