୨୧⋆｡˚ juste a littol creacher

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thougts, poems, whatnot.
trying to take up writing as a hobby again

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i would like to thank you, in some ways.
you created a better person of me. you
made me realize my deepest fear could
be conquered. rome was not built in a day,
they say. i now understand why. rome was
not, and neither will i be. i am constantly
being renovated. i am constantly adding new
features and repairing old things. i will continue
to shape this home until my mind becomes no more.

i will find an architect who admires my grand designs.
a willing repairman ready to defeat every flooded sink
and shattered window.

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soft watery eyes, sparkling with affection
and a gleam of something deeper. 'i love
you' coming out softer than intentional.
a throat cleared and a pillow readjusted.
words repeated this time, just louder.
chuckle following from the other side of
the line. 'i love you too, baby' cheeks
raised with a genuine smile. happiness
in a late night call.

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told me 'boy look the other way'
told me 'boy bite your tongue'
yes that's not the way
yeah that's not the way
ah, that's not the way that friends behave

you lined me up
across the room
two falling sparks
one willing fool
and i, i always knew
that i would love you from afar.

you told me 'boy look the other way'
you told me 'boy hide those hands'
but i've been living on the crumbs of your love
and i'm starving now

from afar -
vance joy

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i feel a shell of a person. i am not my body.
these thoughts are not my own. this vessel
does not belong to me. i am simply borrowing
lost time. i'm floating through this mind,
i'm starry-eyed and fearful.