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[onthe97thfloor]

i love
the sound of wheels
on concrete
and the sound of
your voice vibrating in the air
and the deep breathes you take
when you are inhaling the moment
tasting the skin of others
feeling the beads of sweat
and stray hairs with the movement
of your tongue

and i love
how your hair bends
at the nape of your neck
leading black lines back to
your jawbone and the
bite of your smile
and how your sentences hang in the air
welding each word onto the end
of oxygen
letting me inhale your voice
in my lungs
suffocating me

and i love
how you cause the
cavern in me to only grow wider
creating a hole big enough for you
to settle into, a hollow space
for you to bury your emptiness
i will except your mistakes
i will dip my fingers in each moment of
forgotten hail marys and "thank you's"

i want to breathe in your prayers
i want to weave my thoughts in the fabric
of your bedsheets
i want to leave whispers near your
bowls and inky pens
i want to kiss you
i want to name you
i want you to be mine
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is it the best time for me to update
when i am drunk and barely able to type
and barely talking to my mother because of
the "state" i left the living room
from what i remember, there were a few plastic bags
catching wind, a few chunks of muffin that were
huddled around the hypopthesis' chair,
a couple of lucky charms and a few chants
i got the supporting actress role
the comedic relief
i wish they would give me a chance
i am type casted
and i am not understood

i think i might throw up.
c