mute

i still think always about the capacity you have to produce quiet in me.

my most preaceful memories,
my most stable abodes,
my most hallowed and constant treasures
were birthed adjacent to you.

tucked silently between us
an unquantifiable summarization
of everything i find beaty in.

i want your hands on me

 
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