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she wakes up with regret holds her breath to forget loves all the lovers she has yet to have met but the time between dusk and dawn is filled with turning, burning yearning haunting screams she screamed when she was there she’s desperate and depressed and the thumping of her fingers feels fake because she never knew if she meant it or not she’s tangled in the tendencies of loves she lost and there’s a tenderness in those tendencies that tends to stop her before she starts to start but where she goes from here has never been more important than where she is.Older Entries |
