If i were to see myself through your eyes.
Call it quits, take up permenant residance in my own, imagined world.
Listen to Fleetwood Mac, not becasue i like them but people respect you when you say you do.
Your nature is in perfect contention with who it is you wish to be.
Become the man i wish by denying my nature? … he’s better for sure but im better in bed.
I like you.
Skin is as white as my favourite pillow cases.
If i were to see myself through your eyes, i’d write something succinct.
You. Compassion. Empathy. Snow. Skin.
It would be the definition of succinct.
The perfect quote on a crisp, clean page.
I am not beneficial to your transendance toward womanhood but i am good enough to write about it and you.
Bloom and i’ll write.
I am content with the knowledge of you. My white snow pillow cases and something succinct.
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