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I felt the bars melt around my fingers.
Somehow her skin wrapped around mine as well, touched in places and dipped like candles.
We were somehow burning still, some latent goring hole meeting in the middle to pull us both apart and tell us where we truly were.
In the absence of each other, a presence never felt significant until we dreamed the dreams of losing each other to sleep,
we were graffiti'd tunnels, we were the full black nights when we pulled the covers over both of us to cut off the light, we were lines drawn through our mouth and lips. Absence is only an empty shape without the human limitations.
tiny holes in our clothes, skin, pores, retinas, the little niches that somehow still keep up together.
Somehow you know where I'm going, where I've been, and more history than nail scratched prison walls would ever yeild up.
Writing is a way to makeup the unordinary with some pursed lip expression of meaning, so I already know there's no way I can describe your eyes when they change color or your mouth stretched out in pseudo-lesbian anime vortex.
Its comfortable being back, but it still only feels like velvet walls are padding me away from what I love and what I know I need.
Somehow her skin wrapped around mine as well, touched in places and dipped like candles.
We were somehow burning still, some latent goring hole meeting in the middle to pull us both apart and tell us where we truly were.
In the absence of each other, a presence never felt significant until we dreamed the dreams of losing each other to sleep,
we were graffiti'd tunnels, we were the full black nights when we pulled the covers over both of us to cut off the light, we were lines drawn through our mouth and lips. Absence is only an empty shape without the human limitations.
tiny holes in our clothes, skin, pores, retinas, the little niches that somehow still keep up together.
Somehow you know where I'm going, where I've been, and more history than nail scratched prison walls would ever yeild up.
Writing is a way to makeup the unordinary with some pursed lip expression of meaning, so I already know there's no way I can describe your eyes when they change color or your mouth stretched out in pseudo-lesbian anime vortex.
Its comfortable being back, but it still only feels like velvet walls are padding me away from what I love and what I know I need.