Rest your hand on mine like you always do; see the constellations as you sleep
I’ll count the twenty seven white bones again tonight, and tomorrow night until I know their names by heart
I’ll roam over the mountains that your spine is comprised of
And gingerly kiss the russet skin that stretches so translucently over them
When the time comes I’ll learn
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ALSO the focal point of the poem being in the BONES (YES BECAUSE THAT'S EXACTLY LIAM/ZAYN'S RELATIONSHIP) the bones and what covers them and the very structure that holds them up.
this was incredible. you are so darling and so talented and i'm so honored that you showed me this :)
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