the wind catches my long
blueish hair and pulls
it hard.
i'm getting lost in forests and the amount of eyelashes
you have.
my body is stitched and stretched out and healthy, growing
out of
breath of
sand between
my toes and my
feet
stained with mud.
wait, look, listen, feel
the buzzing in the air
breathing, thinking slowly
about the turning of your bookpage.
(if that makes you happy)
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
the wind catches my long
blueish hair and pulls
it hard.
i'm getting lost in forests and the amount of eyelashes
you have.
my body is stitched and stretched out and healthy, growing
out of
breath of
sand between
my toes and my
feet
stained with mud.
wait, look, listen, feel
the buzzing in the air
breathing, thinking slowly
about the turning of your bookpage.
(if that makes you happy)
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