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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..

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..

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 ..

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..

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..

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. ..

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..

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. ..

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..

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..