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all i can do is sit still and consume as much of my own smoke as possible.

seols:

  • kisses like shards of winter; tongues dipped in liquid nitrogen.
  • howls like an index of waves; my ocean cradled inside your chest.
  • rouge roses on the expanse of skin; thorns on your lips, your fingertips.
  • brass nerves, percussion pulse; when I die, I want to become music.
  • musk in our lungs, our thistle affections; this is our secret fragrance.
  • on sleepless nights, let’s wander through three a.m. city streets.
  • my apocalypse clenched in your fist. “if you’re going to break, shatter.”
  • my love is nestled somewhere between heart and haemorrhage.

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