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my bones don't ache so much
with the cold, this december.
maybe, it's thanks to thawing smiles
beamed in my direction lately,
or his visible br..
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when he holds me i
feel whole,
like all the holes inside me have been filled
with the melted butter colours
that diffuse through the sky
when t..
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your laugh is soft, and painfully happy.
a voluptuous tune that bubbles
out of your mouth, and reaches
all the way up to the stars
((your twinkly ..
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i wake up
tearful and fearful
my itchy-eyed mind springs to safety,
to him.
adrenaline still coursing
through my aching veins,
i wish the f..
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there are questions
i don't want to be asked, ones
i will refuse to answer.
yes, i hint and elude and
insinuate, exuding
care-about-me, care-abo..
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he's the laughter of i'm-getting-tipsy.
the blinked smile of the first sip of coffee.
the exhalation when you remove your shoes
after a long day.
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his smile is a wave passing over my body,
and when it breaks,
my world erupts in light.
maybe i want to live in his eyes because
childishly,
i st..
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how can you call yourself a painter
if you never paint?
obsessed with labels,
you paint once, suddenly
you're a painter, and I,
your muse. ..
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i open my book.
always the same big and little words,
all spelling out what they crave,
what they can take from you.
words to describe desire, de..
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we need a round-edged end,
your peach-pit heart has endured so much.
you sat there and we drank water
but our hearts were drunk on wine.
it wil..
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