wanna carry a picture of you in my wallet like how you wrap my hair ties round ur wrist infinite loop the tie that binds I wanna kiss i wanna fuck i wanna smell ur hair. sweet ness of ur skin, salt y hair miss your eyes your smile your teeth little split in ur lip from that time i bit it im heavy handed got the weight of the mistakes i was bound to make, blind to it...
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Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
