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laid across floors that bind...

The lines of our love are crooked —
ever spiraling...

live up to a name
that is what they all wish...

if this skin spoke
you would hear its screams...

i.When I met Sarah
all I could see...

sleepless nights only embrace the idea
that i too know what its like to live under a...

glitters come and go
through the thrust of a breath...

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fine dining is a draught idea...

we let the color red bleed through the quilt
where her lips pressed closely among summer...

those constellations
in each darkened sky...

if only laying on the beach was still enjoyable
where a summer breeze flows through the sand...

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droplets...