Textures #34


only in the distance where the pull of the skin is not as strong and my scent dissolves in the air like cotton candy in your mouth only in that safest coldest of places could you ever muster the words sharp as daggers wanting to sound like you did not care alone at night you curl up in bed and my ghost tucks you in unawares

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