it's the violin's fault, it keeps reminding me how soft we were and how warm my lips on your shoulder felt, and we deserve to spend nights together, blowing wind upon our eyes and drinking till our socks come off, clenching our jaws to break, glass that ends up choking in my throat, i cannot breathe or speak its cutting too deep, we're in too deep
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nyyce poem in terms of 'visually'
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imagery?
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haha
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MINESWEEEEEPERRR
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