xxxxvii. an anonymous love letter to you

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there is something about you
that makes me want to
turn the world itself into a poem, gives me the need to turn the rain

into your laughter.
i wish i could be here to drown your sorrow
and evaporate your tears into nothing but dust.

i want to be the persephone to your hades,
want to grow flowers in your darkest places,
because there is no way that you could see me the way i see you.

but the world between us is too enormous for me to lean in and kiss you.

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