pull
pulling out threads, unravelling
absent-mindedly.
single strings and multi-colored crowds of
cloth come apart beneath my fingers,
vulnerable in the dimming light shining through trees in the middle of the afternoon
with one tear on my face and the other deep
in your shoulder.
i’ve never had someone comfort me that well before.
and you’re beautiful when i pull back the veil of
your denial.
promise me you’ll never stop writing? pplleeaassseeee
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my goodness you are treasure. love xx
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i love this. i’m always available to hang out with YOU! 🙂
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this is beautiful.love,
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