we were making [breaking] galaxies in our
f.i.n.g.e.r.t.i.p.s.
and echoing ourselves around
bathroom stalls [[you told me it was okay to sign my name
with hearts in comparison to yours
& when you looked at me i felt like pink glitter]]
... h u n g ryforawhile
and a fake bit of {enthusiasm}
letting myself become shiva dancing on the tombstone of your chest
and finding myself lost in each little mausoleum
deep within your irises
you told me it was .make.or.break.
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fucking class ending. &&i was on a roll.
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love this.
can't wait to read it when it's finished.
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