We grab on.
We eat our throats. Your mouth. How round meeting mine. Your kiss suits my longing. Do you know I’ve loved you since I met you? It’s true I fall easy, but I don’t stay so with most. Not like you. It’s an engine that continues warbling Despite that distance I travel Away away away. Despite trying to shut it off.
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February 2021
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