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i hope you're doing okay
it wasn’t goodbye when i slid out from under your arms engulfed in your grey hoodie that smelled just like you, all warm and love
By danika poon2 years ago in Poets
she materializes as a slender woman, neck thin and thighs apart, stomach concave and ribs like a ladder. her collarbones threaten to puncture skin
i am the golden of sunflowers, and the beaming rays of sunup, sundown. the cocoa of my eyes passed down from dynasties before me