I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me. And I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping. The tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg my leg. Your arm my arm. Your smile and the warmth of you, who made me laugh again.
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A lot of Tommy and Fran in chapter four... Working on it rn, should be up soon xView all Conversations
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Borrowed Time.
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My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
Taking mine, but it's been promised to another.
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