and i think about how,
in that moment,
with you,
your sweet embrace,
and your warm lips against mine,
i felt free.
can i have just a moment more?
and i think about how,
in that moment,
with you,
your sweet embrace,
and your warm lips against mine,
i felt free.
can i have just a moment more?
I still curve my g's the way my first grade teacher taught me. I'm sure you do too.
i think about claiming myself, labelling myself as i please.
what is a label? is it a name? a descriptor?
what is it to claim an identity?
excerpt from "scars of what once was" by AL.
my words grew weak, and my mind started racing.
maybe you couldn't hear me.
i screamed it again, hoping you would hear me.
(...)
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