Draped in dripping words that no one uses much anymore. Cooling the fire under my skin. The heat of daring, of carrying the sun inside me.contrasted with the small talk of a foreign language you know you hardly know. Mix well with laughter, and a vague belief that maybe everything is okay already and maybe it always was.
It sounds like a rebirthing of existence. Very nice!
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Draped in dripping words that no one uses much anymore. Cooling the fire under my skin.
The heat of daring, of carrying the sun inside me.
contrasted with the small talk of a foreign language you know you hardly know.
Mix well with laughter, and a vague belief that maybe everything is okay already and maybe it always was.
It sounds like a rebirthing of existence. Very nice!
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