the sky is gray her eyes are brown and i cannot tell if it is mine or her pulse pounding in my temples but i love the groove
have you ever stood stone still in the woods on a cool autumn morning with a handful of corn as a doe stares in bewildered fear
a cascade of yellows, reds, oranges fall in slow motion with each tentative step, rippling static inducing inverse heartshivers
it bolts, but it got a few feet closer than yesterday, a few feet closer than the day before, but as the sun rises i will be standing there
my/her/its pulse shudders mercurial waves of curiosity balancing the souldeep blind terror lightning bolt kick chaser
the sky is gray her eyes are brown and i sizzle, an ant under the self scrutinizing magnifying glass, consumed from within
but it feels so fucking good to be alive
Although I thought I was reading about a gaybrownie until just now
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subtext, EC. subtext.
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Or just add and subtract letters lol
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potato, tomato.
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Exactly.
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You are perfectly perfect
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right backatcha, EC.
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Lol yeah?
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yeah
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