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by Em (marmite)
The days, sometimes weeks,
that we are apart...
by C Cattaway
Live in lies...
by Glenn Gay
Her lips glisten like winter ice
Knowing if I kiss her, my lips will be stuck...
The temperature of the cup of triple mocha
cools my hand...
by Larry Chamberlin
un sospiro respirato da due
Afterwards, when our love was young...
Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point.
Maybe the point is to feel fulfilled in the self-consciousness of individuality.
I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil.
Turns out you were the sun.
I am not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore