You'd be the harmonic adrenaline that kept me warm. Yet, as I pictured myself fallen for your mouth suturing ways of loving,
I shrunk away. I was scared once again.
— N O T V A N T E
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C.PULLO {IV}✔️
PoetryIn which I write of what could be pasts, presents, and futures; ©️NOTVANTE
