cracks in my knuckles,
notches in my palms,
I fantasize that
you braid my hair and
us lying
curled around eachother
on my bed.
you
breathing soflty
inside my arms
as we look
through the roof's window
at the night,
crashing gently.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 4:55 PM UTC
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