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Magnetometer
And you stood there, just like that.
Flagging..
Touching me in imaginary places
looking in my eyes but pretending to count crows in my flaws blues grows towards her, crashing..
Mon manque de vocabulaire,
I didn’t dare to pull the screen and redlight these terrifying crossroads, forgotten words, your fragrance pulled me to a dirt road called knowhere, lost for a moment, am poet I, on purpose make grammer mistakes, but about you, magnetometer damn you niddle, lost and found, the right direction.
Compassing if that’s even a thing, my heart, if that’s even a thing.
To beat, on its own terms.
whatever that means, just beat it.
Your still foreign arms lifted up high to contain my wise crawl of kissing the back of your neck when you’re half smiling half crying with surprisingly large raindrops, I saw you’re gazing my moisturized lips, self-licked and kissed you before the momentometer ran out of reasons for me to love you timelessly.
If that’s even a thing, this thing about love.
