her curved lips sketching out the blueprints of her hesitation, contradicting kiss that pulls and twists you of all your uncertainties, streaks of lustful haste marks the windows, spotted gaps shows the endless white of winter, pressing hard against rooftops and hoods of suburban homes and cars. let go of the nerves that stay static in your chest, cracked window doing its best to keep the echoes of i love you from tumbling out with the tatters of clothes that stalk the years first snow
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