my red-tipped tongue cries for eternal springs— none different than the one I left you in. rain me with your tears, the ones that fell when I knighted you b e a u t y. when you rocked my hips under the lunar eclipse. when you told my raw & wanting ear that you didn’t love me & we both cried at the lie.
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Wow!! I love this
that is a really special poem. i love it.