k.

Mar 13, 2007 07:17

the cracks in our lips align to fit when we kiss; and i can still feel you in my bones and blood long after we separate.

after the stage collapsed, the theater drained, and i found little validation in petals and tomatos, i looked up to see your figure in the very last row, waiting.

and for the first time in my life, it's real.
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