I still have visions of us living in a stained-glass turret, a tower all alone in an emerald field; lounging on a bed of ostrich feathers, covering you in red petals and chewing them.
noticed something when traveling to countries of foreign language: whenever i see an "entrance" sign, i read it as "entrancing." whenever i see an "exit" sign, i read "exciting."
selflessness, and my enchanting masochism binds me to you, with rainbow ribbons that swell and tangle, kaleidoscope kite heartstrings in the wind on a hill, on a limb, but all done now, fucked up what could have been.
The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze
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