I can't help but melt into your arms.
I forgot you were the boa constrictor that squeezes the life out of vulnerable things like me.
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Poetry"why are all my poems about you?" {highest is #3 in poetry} {cover by @wallflower_r} {completed}
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I can't help but melt into your arms.
I forgot you were the boa constrictor that squeezes the life out of vulnerable things like me.
