↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

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i don't know
what to tell you

other than that
a giraffe's heart weighs
twenty two pounds and that

somebody once told me
when flies fall in love
their entire brain is rewired
to only know loving each other
and when one of them dies
their memory becomes blank

i hope you never think about anything
as much as i think about
waking up next to you
during a windstorm
at five a.m.