i've been avoiding my phone like the plague today. here's why.
his hands could be carpenters. sanding the edges of me into pieces of functional ornaments. he builds me from foundations of dust and carvings. i am his rib. designed and placed over his heart with my own. we speak in languages only memories understand fluently. each breath is a dance to the melodies, stepping around the inhalation of our souls and the exhale of our fantasies. we move together. worlds apart and still somehow together.
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I think this a part of the new me...smh..i think so Tass
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