There is no music
when your feet are somewhere else:
I struggle to focus on my hypothesis__
the conflict between binary stars
and a future walking towards
its impending doom;
but your words resound deep,in a already
stupefied mind,
to pull up a mirage of a well defined
jawline, masculine shoulders, and a mouth
carved in memory leading me to believe
I had just been kissed,
and
nothing else matters…
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Here is something for the lovers of writing…
– Beep Toot
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