scrawled frail ink stains, a list
on my palm
and you brightsmileasked "what
is this ?" ,,,,, i, ,
filled! up! with! stars.
with your grip on my wrist, light behind your eyes and i thought, 'it is impossible
to feel
this way about anyone
within reach'
i want so much someday to be solid,without
selfruination
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i can't describe anything
this is stupid.
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E E CUMMINGS MADE! HIS! WAY! INTO! THIS!
and i like the last line. because i yearn for that too.


