Tuesday, September 21

just like that always going back to the perfect shape of your face I could stay here knowing you there a whole body tumultuously hiding behind bold letters while fingers slow down over my desire to sleep this day is not a day it is a story of heroes who open doors and cry I will tell you one day now come back to bed and make me some dreams you know you are my favourite narrator

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