sometimes we'd crack under the sky
caught between the familiar
and my heart in my stomach;;
that was when
i was so bendable
when every bruise healed as a kiss,
but time keeps pressing into my spine
and sometimes
i can't take it anymore.
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Great!!


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perfect.
I love the last part.
"but time keeps pressing into my spine
and sometimes
i can't take it anymore."




