Exhaling, he leans forward. Our noses touching and foreheads pressed together. We breathe in one another, trying to drink each other's scents like wine. Already I'm helplessly drunk.
- years ago, one late night
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My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
