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Sounds of a shower ringing against your back like skylights. I whisper to myself in the silence, a long cotton smile and a breath. Pillows wreaking of evergreen tides and the taste of your tongue. Mancala eyes rolling, reminiscing the best parts of my childhood. Curls caressing me like question marks. I want nothing more than this. Happiness is holding a hand that never has been held before. Neon light peaking behind my eyelids, strange faces flashing in the night. Handed me a triple shot of gasoline in a room full of mirrors. Homemade pasta and a heaping side of unnecessary apologies. Stay a little longer. Let’s wake up next to the clouds on my carpet. Taking care of myself and I’d let you take the wheel without a license. Ask me if I’m okay again. Go wash your hands again. Tomorrow is never a promise. Hopefully this lasts past Saturday night.
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May 25, 2022
May 25, 2022 at 12:42 AM UTC
Sunday Kind
Sounds of a shower ringing against your back like skylights. I whisper to myself in the silence, a long cotton smile and a breath. Pillows wreaking of evergreen tides and the taste of your tongue. Mancala eyes rolling, reminiscing the best parts of my childhood. Curls caressing me like question marks. I want nothing more than this. Happiness is holding a hand that never has been held before. Neon light peaking behind my eyelids, strange faces flashing in the night. Handed me a triple shot of gasoline in a room full of mirrors. Homemade pasta and a heaping side of unnecessary apologies. Stay a little longer. Let’s wake up next to the clouds on my carpet. Taking care of myself and I’d let you take the wheel without a license. Ask me if I’m okay again. Go wash your hands again. Tomorrow is never a promise. Hopefully this lasts past Saturday night.
devon-lane
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May 25, 2022
May 25, 2022 at 12:42 AM UTC
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