i'd like to think that our souls
might be familiar with each other
the way this conversation is flowing
though not physically
i'm meeting you with every word
YOU ARE READING
gray sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the nightlife
Poetryi'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
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i'd like to think that our souls
might be familiar with each other
the way this conversation is flowing
though not physically
i'm meeting you with every word