a moment of sincerity doesn’t go stale,
it gets abruptly cut short
like a line at the fair
“must be this tall, sorry kid.”
the second hope dissolves,
falsity pools in around our ankles.
the conversation collapses in your court.
how can such a dull blade instill so much unease?
compute the distaste from across the table,
a line of fire from the mouth and
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Please write a book I will reread it till the day I die <.33 😭
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THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME OMFG. :’)) if i ever do, trust that u will be the first person i tell.
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Tysm!!
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