a creeping feeling, a tip of my tongue I am biting back words
shaky hands, unrevealing endeavors unwrap themselves at the very last second
nothing makes sense, nor it need to.
breathing, blowing bubbles to feed the air my carbons
it's interesting.
word after word.
following, traveling, singing. it's okay to do so
don't lose your self tonight. tomorrow the sunlight will wake upon your soft cheeks
yo'ure a pretty girl <3
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