i just wanted to be a vine
growing up between your
lungs so that when you
breathed you would feel
me there. not like a
tightness, no, but simply
brushing on the very
edges of your laugh or
rough sentences.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
i just wanted to be a vine
growing up between your
lungs so that when you
breathed you would feel
me there. not like a
tightness, no, but simply
brushing on the very
edges of your laugh or
rough sentences.
We went on our second first date a year ago
and as much as I had wanted that round of
being together to stick, I'm so glad it didn't.
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