i call you and beg
for five more minutes
we won't talk
we won't touch
just sit across from each other
and let our eyes
drink
each other's skin
for five minutes
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
rupi kaur
i call you and beg
for five more minutes
we won't talk
we won't touch
just sit across from each other
and let our eyes
drink
each other's skin
for five minutes
