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In sight, in mind
You have no idea
how colossal
this lit up city
made me feel
until your mouth
filled my thoughts
with stories you
shared with me.
Even in
your absence
I feel your soft
hands running
over my skin
as I lay by
my windowsill
blowing smoke
watching city
lights fading
into morning.
Published 25th Jan 2024
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25th Jan 2024 3:42am
hello this is beautiful your passion can be felt
I look forward to reading you... you always make me feel something...
I look forward to reading you... you always make me feel something...
25th Jan 2024 2:04pm
Fuck I have a crush. That sexy-ass brain, man.
The subject starts with a positive status quo. You're good. You're great, actually... .
how colossal
this lit up city
made me feel
UNTIL is the key. You fucking felt good UNTIL ... someone spoke. The way you use mouth here feels like sex, and is delicious in its ambiguity. Talk, or pillow talk?
until your mouth
filled my thoughts
with stories you
shared with me.
AND NOW THE LOSS. Fuck.
Even in
your absence
I feel your soft
hands running
over my skin
And her loss creates utter disenchantment with what previously brought you joy.
as I lay by
my windowsill
blowing smoke
watching city
lights fading
into morning.
Fuck, the way you string words.
Well done, as always. You're a fucking rock star.
The subject starts with a positive status quo. You're good. You're great, actually... .
how colossal
this lit up city
made me feel
UNTIL is the key. You fucking felt good UNTIL ... someone spoke. The way you use mouth here feels like sex, and is delicious in its ambiguity. Talk, or pillow talk?
until your mouth
filled my thoughts
with stories you
shared with me.
AND NOW THE LOSS. Fuck.
Even in
your absence
I feel your soft
hands running
over my skin
And her loss creates utter disenchantment with what previously brought you joy.
as I lay by
my windowsill
blowing smoke
watching city
lights fading
into morning.
Fuck, the way you string words.
Well done, as always. You're a fucking rock star.
Anonymous
25th Jan 2024 6:58pm
This is a masterpiece! Betty covered it perfectly so we'll leave it at that!
