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on those days we spent weaving into each other on my mattress perhaps we were writhing we just didn't know we didn't have to care if we let the summer fall into the blue someone else would haul it out and resuscitate the days we just let our phones ring and wore the song to bed beneath nothing but our laughter thicker than my duvet i guess i'm lucky i can be heartbroken for a reason i was heartbroken for so many reasons none of which i can place or replace on the wall where the sun tore our photos into ribbons of shadow we made the mistake of holding each other too close to the light was i always warm or just aware that you were near me i'm a rusted furnace with nothing but bones to burn apparently there's always a better fire burning in another town
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
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on those days we spent weaving into each other on my mattress perhaps we were writhing we just didn't know we didn't have to care if we let the summer fall into the blue someone else would haul it out and resuscitate the days we just let our phones ring and wore the song to bed beneath nothing but our laughter thicker than my duvet i guess i'm lucky i can be heartbroken for a reason i was heartbroken for so many reasons none of which i can place or replace on the wall where the sun tore our photos into ribbons of shadow we made the mistake of holding each other too close to the light was i always warm or just aware that you were near me i'm a rusted furnace with nothing but bones to burn apparently there's always a better fire burning in another town
i don't know if this follows well but here we are
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South Africa
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
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