dreams.

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love.
an ultraviolet spark.
something I only felt
when I was with you.

getting drunk was fun with you.
being carefree was all i wanted.
your kisses were my fix, the purest form of intoxication.

staring at the stars above us on rooftops. staring at the galaxy in your eyes, you were all I had ever dreamed of.

you were a work of art.
you were a mess.
but art was never meant to be pretty. art was supposed to make you feel.

you made me feel wild.
you made me feel beautiful.
with every touch, you made me feel loved.

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