dresses comfy, his hair; disheveled and black like
being around him,
i felt my loose hands clench.
my skin blew up with fire and
the song of spring
traced along the winter air that intensified as our gaze almost
sometimes purse my lips and
i laugh so
loud that i can't hear.his
breaths of ease and insecurity.
seem nervous and silent like
everyone else. But we are enigmatic and
bold and speak through moving eyelids.
is a boy
and a little bit more.
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