i am a
kleptomaniac
she is a
pyromaniac
in every kiss
i long
to steal
her fire
there is
a poetry
in our love
that words
can only
muddy
i am a
kleptomaniac
she is a
pyromaniac
in every kiss
i long
to steal
her fire
there is
a poetry
in our love
that words
can only
muddy
So gorgeous
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thank you, little babbling truths
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Seemed intentional rather than babble
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probably, looking now. then it was just a thought on the ceiling that felt alive
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