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I no longer dread the cold.
I've gotten so used to your absence, I sometimes think I'm over you.
But each time morning arrives, I can't help but still get drawn to the bright and blinding warmth that was your light.
There really wasn't any more explanation needed.
I've heard it way too many times for my liking already, I'm starting to believe my Biology teacher gets off at the sound of that certain phrase.
It's basic phototropism, bitch.
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DRUNKEN HEART, SOBER THOUGHTS | ✔
PoetryWhy bother with spirits, when I can get drunk off your kisses? Copyright ©2020 stainofaredwine.
