Cycle your psychosis through the bones you wrought with confusion. Light-headed, I trip my way to your front door. The room is silent save our beating hearts. The clouds below the high of a first kiss travel the sky as love is in the air. Such a delusion. Rhyming cute nothings until you’re on top of me nude. Lose your clothes. Smothered by wide-open secrets resting underneath a rock, you change with seasons, and shades of ambers filter through your eyeliner to the tip of your tongue.
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