Suffering flurries dancing along your skin and if ever there was a moment in time, freeze frame the traces of patterns left on your skin from fingertips filled with compassion that urge to flatter you. Doses of desire, a craving that cannot be itched without your lips motioning the readiness of wall flowers blooming. A sense of belonging, and you should be here. A feeling of something you don't dare utter the words because having it vocalized could very well suck the pigment from it's roots and the pigment is what keeps the actions ever so prominent and the known secret of the phrase always just minutes away from you breathe it rests on your tongue while you kiss throughout the night and day. Starshine laminating things inside you which slowly escape through your eyes and with a vision as glorious as yours everything seems mystified, glamorized. A sudden act of faith to a subject I didn't think I believed in.
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