Everyone's a fucking poet!
you were/dreaming/in my heart
by a.h.s. boy
The warmth of where you were does not betray the presence of the match you were lying down dry skin can you verify this? Of course I touch the sun and your hair I remember shining as if it were still there where you were dreaming in my heart I was here watching sweat down the front of buildings the end of all space heat sending waves over the surface of my fingertips dance alone over tin can fire dance on the bed I can almost see scorch marks in the sheets
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