To me she’s like fine art
i’m not even talking about her body parts
& her words read me like aura charts


Need the disorder of contradiction to fulfill me
with the truth of longing exponentially
cause i find comfort in you
even when i don’t try to
since the only way out, is the same way i found you


That was deep
even for me
but my heart is commissioned to where it needs to be
so C


The dream & me the bed
you lay on me while; i comfort your head
as you wander into another world


Feel all those encounters
like a rabbit in a hat; then being pulled out as flowers
to me you have those kind of magical powers

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