he'll never know I wrote about him

I find myself thinking of my muse. what a wonderful friend.

a playful smirk lays itself across your soft lips

as you sit looking down at my scarred body,

bruises and all,

and breathe slowly.

breathing in.

breathing out.

breathing in.

breathing out.

and as those three words escape your mind

life finally feels real again.

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[mabel mae]

WAIT THIS SOUNDS LIKE ITS ABOUT SEX I PINKY PROMISE ITS NOT

[Vol]

Back and forth
back and forth
the realty of pendulums.
Powerful stuff.
Vol