365 days later, i sneak up behind you and cover your eyes with my hands.
you barely feel my lips brush the space between earlobe and jawline. reaching up, you remove my fingertips, and not with your fist.
lovely boy.
a piece of my heart will always shimmer with the angles of your name.
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this is lovely
it was. he is. we missed the mark by a mile. but perhaps a lucky escape. perhaps not.
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