Wednesday, November 8, 2017

bones in my chest, you scream between

three calls, no beep. look what we have done.
stop running around. sunrise with me, separate lives.

soon enough, you'll be done. stop being ice, ice, ice.
i swear i can become more than intriguing, give something.

more.
under
the sun.
eating.
pie.

*i'm telling you stories*
          *trust me*

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