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keep your hopes up high, by ~shaxxily
profess, I confess:some nights I catch myself in the dead of nightprofess, I confess: by ~shaxxily
with your name on the tip of my tongue
and your silhouette gracing the edge of my dreams;
in the morning I’m choking on flower petals and
love-me-nots that are still lodged in this paper-thin throat
the dead meaning in your words still caresses my lips,
the tiny sounds of smoke emitted from cracked kiss-swollen lips
sets off the tiny neurons in my body;
the starving stillness in your eyes that used to plague me
now only chases me in my sleep
you had cherry red lips
Sta.sh
