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When I miss the hollow of your collarbones I will remind myself that Your shoulders created craters because your baggage is so heavy And I am rough..

My dad tells me home is where the heart is and I don’t really remember leaving it anywhere. I fill my spaces with brick and build up walls hig..

I wilt like a petal when I am plucked by strong hands. I dance like a shadow on the wall that only the cats stare at. I fall gracefully like l..

I met you through internet waves but I swear I met you in another life. Like I’ve heard your voice in the sound of the rain, like I’ve f..

i believe that there are infinite possible universes, all happening simultaneously and yet just slightly different in one - we are together, in lov..

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