poem 6

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"it's 11:16 pm and I'm thinking of you again. why can't you leave my mind? this morning I woke up pissed off because you were in my thoughts instead of in my bed, our skin pressed together, your lips on my shoulder. arms, legs, tangled in one indecipherable mess of limbs. I want to whisper my thoughts to you in the dark, breath mixing together as we laugh at the stupid things we say in the drowsiness of midnight."

-11:16 pm(a•m)

for DM
I think I'm getting over you

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