did you feel the same sense of intimacy i endured when you said my name? oh, the way the words swept form the top of your tongue and into my neck before getting engulfed by my ravenous ears. did it feel right— as if it belonged to you more than it did me.
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baby blue
Poetryupon my death, may you sprinkle my ashes on your pillow, so you can feel me in your lungs and breathe for me as I once did for you. . a collection of poems.
