"sixes"
i make imaginary lines in your skin with my fingerprints
moans in the form of closed eyes and gasps
we dive into ritualistic love
missing the point, but oh, hitting the spot
heavier, heavier
free falling into figurative snow
cold, soft, and temporary, i ask
is this fear or regression?
i am lost
physically, i feel you, but
i'm missing you in ideals
your
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