I attach my heart to a paper aeroplane and sail it through your bedroom window, your light is dim and the sweet murmur of our song plays like ballerinas against your curtain. Piercing eyes appear from between the fabric that distances the outside world from your bedroom, scathing the garden for clues. I don't know why I stay hidden, I guess human
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I ramble in my own posts rather than write- my writing is its own world for now. I won't even re-read a post, on principle- I try to keep it as if I were speaking, every stutter and typo intact, not to be called back.
I do appreciate beautiful words though.
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