Oh, these dreams of the flavor of your lips...that my tounge will never taste Always interrupted by the sunrise, burning like acid in my heart. The light cutting into me with each dream of perfection ending,
That's my absolute favorite part. I already professed my love for this poem/you on the phone, but seriously...phenomenal.
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Always interrupted by the sunrise, burning like acid in my heart.
The light cutting into me with each dream of perfection ending,
That's my absolute favorite part.
I already professed my love for this poem/you on the phone, but seriously...phenomenal.
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